Thomas & January (Sleepless 2)

“No, you’re not scaring me.”

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” I acknowledged to her as well as myself. My stare raked her body from her feet to the top of her head. “Want to hear something damaged?”

“Always.”

“I dream about you.”

“Dream.”

“Yes, all the time. Every night. Every single night, January.”

“About what?”

“It wouldn’t be...prudent for me to say,” I admitted, not believing I admitted to it.

She giggled timidly and I could feel her face and neck pitch to a feverish degree. “Stop,” I spoke into her hair.

“I can’t help it,” she whimpered, sending me in every different direction possible.

“Then be prepared.”

“For what?”

“For this,” I said, pressing my body severely into hers.

She groaned and I almost let go of all self-control at that captivating sound. Her long legs climbed up mine and I very nearly tossed her to one of the impossibly small twin beds. Her fingers combed through my hair and pulled slightly at the ends, bringing the kiss deeper.

“Tom,” she breathed into my mouth.

“Hmm?” I asked, moving to her jaw and throat.

“The door, Tom.” She said at the knocking behind her.

“What?” I asked, pulling away, supremely pissed that we had luggage that even needed bringing to us.

I let her incredible body slide down mine until her feet hit the floor. I made sure she held up before flipping on the light, running my hands through my hair and taking a deep breath. I opened the door and a bellhop brought our duffels in, laying them against the wall near the television.

I gave him a few pounds, thanked him and he left.

“Whoa,” she said, the backs of her hands at her cheeks.

“I know, I shouldn’t have let it get that far. I’m sorry.”

“Well that too,” she said, her face bright red. My lids became hooded and she brought her hand to her throat. “Sorry,” she whispered. “I meant ‘Whoa, this room.’ It’s like the British Navy threw up in here!”

I looked around and finally saw what she did. “Cripes! You’re right. I’m blind!”

“Gah! All bright blue and gold! What were they thinking?” She laughed and I couldn’t help but join her.

“It is ridiculous.”

I glimpsed at the nightstand and read the time. “Crap!”

“What?”

“It’s nine-fifteen.”

“No!”