Seven

After another hour, we finally called it a night and I was relieved. Once Jensen had returned to the game, my head just wasn’t in it. I had lost all my chips within the first few hands and watched after that. Jensen did his best to avoid me and I wasn’t sure how that made me feel. Mostly, I think I was just confused about him in general.

We all shuffled into the living room, Derek and Tyler calling dibs on sleeping on Saw’s huge couch, before slumping onto it and fighting over the remote. I had a feeling that whatever they decided on watching, neither would be awake long enough to watch it.

“Looks like I’ll be on the floor,” Jensen stated, pushing the coffee table out of the way.

I should’ve just stayed quiet and let him sleep there, but sometimes I’m too nice for my own good. Before Jensen could lie down, I stopped him.

“I have a spare room,” I told him. “You can take it.”

I didn’t bother asking because I knew he would refuse. I spun and moved towards the door, looking back at him. He still hadn’t moved and I could tell that he was thinking about staying here. When he looked up at me, I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

With a shrug he followed in behind me as I lead him to my apartment and into the spare room. I was glad my mom had insisted on the spare bed. It really was a great idea. I’d have to thank her again when I talked to her.

I flipped on the bedroom light and gestured to the bed. He stepped around me and into the bedroom.

“Well, here ya go,” I said. “If you need anything, just give me a holler.”

“Thanks,” he said.

“What are friends for?” I said, smiling.

I retreated down the hall and into my room, not wasting any time in changing into my PJ’s. I put my sweatpants and sports bra back on, deciding that I didn't care if he saw me in my ugly clothes. Maybe that would cool whatever it was going on between us.

After changing, I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water to take to my room. I had this weird habit of waking up in the middle of the night needing something to drink and I didn’t want to wake my company by walking around in the middle of the night.

I was almost back to my bedroom when Jensen stepped out of the guest room.

“Hey,” he said, taking in my night clothes.

I tried to ignore the way his eyes seemed to linger on certain parts of me and the fact that my body seemed to react all on it's own when he looked at me.

“Hey,” I said, smiling. “Can I get you anything?”

I’d never had anyone stay over before so I wasn’t sure what the proper etiquette was, plus I was a little nervous. Mostly because it was Jensen.

“You okay?” he asked, reading what ever looked had crossed my face.

“Oh, um yeah,” I shrugged, trying to look indifferent. “I was just thinking, I mean, I’ve never had anyone stay the night with me before.”

I gave an awkward laugh, tucking a stray hair behind my ear.

“You mean since you moved here?” He looked confused.

“Ah, no. Never,” I said, uncomfortably. “I haven't really had friends before.”

“Really?” He asked, surprised. “Why not?”

“I figured that would be obvious?” I shrugged.

He looked even more confused, not getting it.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I mean I’m pretty shy sometimes and few people had taken the time to really get to know me, I guess.” It was true, but in their defense I also didn’t initiate anything outside of school.

        He narrowed his eyes and leaned against the door frame, crossing his arms.

        “So, what you’re telling me, luv, is that you’ve never had a sleepover with any girlfriends? Not even in grade school?” He looked skeptical.

        I shook my head.

        “Well, pet, we will have to change that,” he said, pushing off the door frame and coming towards me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall towards the main room. “We will need lots of junk food and girliest movie you’ve got.”

        “W-what are you talking about?” I asked as he pulled me along.

        “We’re having a sleepover, luv,” he smiled, looking back at me.

        “But, we were going to bed!” I protested once he let my hand go.

        “Now we are not.” He spun around to face me, hands going to my shoulders. “We’re going to have a proper sleepover. We’ll watch sappy movies, eat junk and I’ll paint your nails and if you want we can gossip.”

        I gaped at him.

        “Are you being serious?” I couldn’t tell.

        “Absolutely, luv,” he said, going into the kitchen and putting a bag of popcorn into the microwave, then hurrying down the hall and into my bedroom. A few seconds later he returned, hands full. He stopped in front of me. “Listen, luv. A girl should experience things like sleepovers at least once in their life. Probably a little earlier, but it’s never too late. Now get your cute butt in there and find us a movie.”

        He moved passed me and headed back into the kitchen to retrieve the popcorn out of the microwave. I stared at him a moment longer, then made my way into the living room. I put in the girliest movie I owned, which turned out to be Pride and Prejudice . It was my favorite and Jensen seemed happy with it. Every so often I could have sworn I heard him murmur a few or Mr. Darcy’s lines.

        It was without a doubt one of the best nights I had ever had. We stayed up we into the morning. Jensen had me laughing until my sides hurt and I was gasping for breath. He painted my nails and toenails, which turned out amazing. When he tried to lure me into gossip about boys, I laughed until I cried.

We talked about books and he actually listened. A few times I would get carried away talking about book plots and certain books I had fallen in love with and when I would return to Earth, the look on his face would make my heart skip a beat.

I’m not sure what time I had finally fallen asleep, but I woke up the sun was shining through the windows in my room. When I rolled over to bury my face in the pillows, there was a light knock on the door.

“Come in,” I yelled, the sound muffled by the pillows.

“Morning, luv.”

I peeked out from my pillows to find Jensen leaning against the door frame, smiling at me. At the sight of him, I stopped breathing. Shirtless Jensen was a site to be seen. His jeans hung low on his hips and he that V that all girls dreamed about and most guys only wished they had, but what really took the cake was the artwork.

At the bottom of his torso was a woman that was walking up a flight of stairs into what I can only assume to be heaven. At the top of his chest sat a clock surrounded by the clouds of the heavens and beside the clock, cover the right side of his upper chest was some sort of script.

I dragged my eyes away from his body, meeting his eyes.

“Would you like breakfast?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips. He had undoubtedly noticed me checking him out.

“I would love some,” I smiled, throwing the covers back and hoping off the bed.

I followed him down the hall, the smell of bacon cooking, greeted us as we entered the kitchen. My stomach growled at the smell and I took a seat the bar waiting patiently for my plate.

“I took the liberty to cook, I hope you don’t mind,” he smiled, sitting a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of me.

“Not at all,” I told him. “Thank you.”

Once we finished eating, he tried to do the dishes, but I insisted that I would get them. He cooked after all. He didn’t seem too pleased, but relented returning to his seat at the breakfast bar. I loaded the dishwasher, my mind replaying what had happened at Saw’s the night before. I tried not to think about what would have happened had we not been interrupted. We would have probably had a whole other type of sleepover.

When I looked up from the dishwasher, I found him staring at me. I smiled at him, leaning against the counter.

“Thank you for the amazing sleepover. I was without a doubt the best night I’ve ever had.” I told him.

His face split into a grin and I think my heart stopped.

“It was my pleasure, luv.”

Tucking a hair behind my ear, I looked away before I could die of heart failure.

“I, um, also wanted to thank you for breakfast,” I said, trying to gather my wits. “You shouldn’t have had to cook, though. You’re a guest and I should’ve been up to cook for you.”

“Don’t fret. I was up early and wanted to repay you for allowing me to stay in your spare room. I wasn’t too keen on sleeping on Saw’s floor.” That smile was back, and I had to do something before I embarrassed myself.

I headed for the living room, but falter when he spoke again.

“So, what’s on the agenda for today?”

I turned to find him staring at me, smile still in place.

“Oh, um,” I hadn’t realised that he would be sticking around. “I planned to catch up on some reading, but if you wanted to do something else, we can.”

“No, no reading sounds perfect.” He pushed off the barstool and disappeared down the hallway. I stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

A second later he reappeared with a book in his hand. He walked passed me, into the living room, taking a seat on the couch. He propped his feet on my coffee table, getting comfortable while I stood there and watched him. It was like everything about him was as sexy as that smile.

I was in so much trouble.

He glanced up, catching me staring and grinned. Shaking my head, I picked my book up off the table and sat down at the opposite end of the couch. He was doing weird things to my head, and I needed what little space I could get. When I peeked up at him, he winked and I couldn’t help but smile. I opened my book, giving it my full attention.