They needed time to just… be.

“Sexy,” he commented when he saw what she was holding. ‘No, you are sexy.’

“These are simple pajamas,” she snickered. “Wait. Do you have anything to change into?” she asked when she remembered that he would be staying over. She wondered how long he would say. He must have a lot of work that he was putting away to be with her. She was so happy that he would think so highly of her.

He shrugged. “It was a sudden trip so I didn’t pack any clothes.” She should have some clothes that would fit him. She went to her wardrobe and pulled out a t-shirt that was too big for her and belonged to her father. They were old, but it would have to do.

“I wear my dad’s clothes sometimes. I think it will fit you.” She threw it to him. He caught it effortlessly, smiling sweetly.

“Do you have pants I can wear?” she blushed. The most she had were boxers she would use as shorts to roam around the home.

“Do boxers work?” He laughed but nodded. Thank god she had a 3pack of new boxers which were all fruit prints. She picked the one with pineapples and gave it to him.

“Okay, I’ll go get changed. You can lock the door and do your thing.” She pointed at the bathroom. She really needed to wash off her make-up and get out of these clothes.

“I’ll be fine. Just go.” Oh, yeah… she was ‘fine.’ Beyond that. She hurried into the bathroom and peeled her clothes off.

She didn’t wear underwear to bed. First dilemma. She probably should when he was around. She would inadvertently get wet with him around and it would get awkward really soon. She put on her clothes (and her panties). There was no way she was going to wear a bra, her boobs were pert enough to not need them all the time.

There was going to be kissing. A lot of it, if she could help it. Her face flushed as she removed her makeup. She splashed water on her face, needing to calm down.

“Okay, I’m just gonna go…” I pointed at my bathroom. Why I couldn’t say I was going to the bathroom was beyond me. I needed to wash off the make-up and get out of these clothes.

Thinking of getting a little naughty, she pulled up her phone and went to YouTube. Pulling up a tutorial of an Arianna Grande hairdo tutorial, she followed and put her hair up in a close to an impeccable ponytail. Her forehead felt like it was being pulled back and her hairline? She looked like a boiled egg.

Palming her face, she opened her hair and then just twisted it up in a messy bun. Much better. She finished up and opened the door. When she entered the room, she found him sitting on the bed in the clothes she had given him. How he managed to look that sexy, she would never know, but she really tried hard not to jump him.

She was too horny. Maybe she should have rubbed one out in the bathroom. Damn.

He was looking at his phone with a smile on his face.

“What are you smiling at?” she asked casually, going towards her dresser to put some moisturizer on.

“Because my manager is a goof and making jokes.” He looked up and his eyes wandered. “As I imagined, gorgeous.”

‘He has a problem with his vision.’

She sat down next to him. His fingers trailed over her bare arm, making her shiver. It was unfathomable that he was touching her.

“I can’t help but remember that picture of you in a t-shirt, all tousled and sleepy.” His voice sounded husky. He thought that was sexy? He should see some of the risque clothing Lily and Angelina had made her buy. Those should get him going.

“I may have some other things that you will enjoy,” she teased. He shifted and she could see that he was a little aroused. His eyes said as much.

“I am a gentleman,” he said tersely. She wanted to find out if he was getting hard.

‘Be good. Be good.’

“Do you want to play Outlast 2?” She pulled up her computer, laptop, and tablet. “Pick which one you want to use.”

He contemplated for a moment.

“You play first, then I will join in. I’ll just watch you play, I think.”

“Beware. I put on a live commentary when someone is around.” That sounds nice.

He took a seat beside her and stared at her as she booted the game. She smiled as she fixed the settings and the game began.

“It’s actually a really good game, have you played it yet?” she asked.

“Not yet. But I heard it is really good. It came out about 4 or 5 years ago, right?”

“So this journalist is trying to solve the mystery of a pregnant woman who was murdered under uncanny circumstances. The journalist is the husband of the murdered woman. It’s a horror game. Pretty cool stuff.”

“Let’s do this!” The scream lit up and screams could be heard. Cage chuckled. “You love horror games, don’t you?” he asked. When she nodded, he continued. “I just want to watch you freak out.”

“Holy **, the visuals are so cool!” she exclaimed, having forgotten completely. The story was running in the background and they watched intently, hoping not to miss any information.

The characters were on a chopper talking about the husband who had called out the name of a woman other than his murdered wife.

“Of course, he doesn’t know the woman…” she rolled her eyes when the guy in the game denied any connection.

“Now, now. It’s just a game. I know you get triggered by cheating, but just a character.” he patted her shoulder.

“I really hate these situations…” she sighed.

She was cute as she interacted with the characters on the screen, talking over them or replying to them when they very well couldn’t interact with her. As the chopper started to act up and all hell broke loose, Katherine swore and her voice changed. It sounded nothing like her, really.