Is it bad that I’ve only been in his trailer for just a few minutes and I’m already naked? She asked herself, with a quiet laugh.
Bonnie grabbed the towel from the counter and wrapped it around her body. Then she started up the hair dryer that Dylan had laid out for her. The heat from the dryer felt amazing and helped to warm her up a little bit.
She quickly brushed her hair as soon as it was dry and then got dressed in Dylan’s clothes. Both the t-shirt and the pajama pants he had given her to wear were a bit baggy on her. That was to be expected, though, and she didn’t really care. The clothes were dry and warm, and that was enough. Plus, there was something about wearing his clothes that made her smile. It almost made her feel like she was his girlfriend. She liked the idea.
When she stepped back into the bedroom, she heard some soft piano music coming from the opposite end of the trailer. She headed out and into the hallway. She passed through the living room again and was heading toward the kitchen when she noticed that the music was coming from above her.
A small, circular staircase was to her right. It was made of wrought iron and spiraled up to the second floor of the trailer.
“Dylan?” she called out but didn’t get a response.
She continued to ascend the stairs to the top floor. When she got there, she glanced to her right, toward where the music was playing.
Seriously, though, a trailer with a second floor? She thought. This place is bigger than my childhood home. Unbelievable.
“Hey, Dylan, are you back here?” Bonnie walked softly down the carpeted hall until she got to the doorway. She poked her head in and saw that it was another bedroom, this one a bit smaller than the one downstairs. It was definitely where the music was coming from, though.
She took just one step inside, and when she glanced over, she saw Dylan standing at the foot of the bed. He had his back to her. The only thing he had on was a pair of gray sweatpants. His upper half was completely bare. She glanced away, but just for a split second. Then she couldn’t help but look at him once again.
Bonnie knew that she’d just walked in on him while he was changing out of his wet clothes. She was pretty certain that he didn’t know she was there, though. The proper side of her realized that she should just turn around and head back downstairs. However, a different part of her wanted only to stand and stare. He was just too gorgeous not to.
The muscles in his shoulders and back flexed as he reached down to pick up a shirt from the top of a nearby chair. His tan skin was smooth and flawless. She wanted to run her fingers across his shoulders. Just looking at him caused her core to heat.
She knew she shouldn’t stare. So, she forced herself to take a step back. But, because she wasn’t watching where she was going, though, she backed right into the railing. It was just hard enough to make a thud. Her eyes widened, and her heart nearly leaped out of her mouth.
Dylan slowly turned around to the sound. He had just pulled his shirt over his head, but it was only halfway on. Bonnie could now see his ripped abdominal muscles. She probably would have enjoyed admiring the new view, except now she was far too embarrassed to enjoy much of anything.
“Oh, hey, Bonnie,” Dylan said, pulling his shirt down the rest of the way. “Sorry, I didn’t know you were there.”
“Just walked up,” she said.
She figured it was probably best to not mention the fact that she’d been standing there and staring at him for the past few minutes.
Dylan seemed pretty much unfazed by her presence, though. In fact, he had a little smirk on his face. It made Bonnie wonder if he had actually had known that she’d been standing there the whole time and that he hadn’t done anything to stop it.
“I’ve got some tea brewing,” he said. “I hope you like green jasmine.”
“I love it,” she said, glancing away a bit. Her cheeks t
ingled, and she was pretty certain she was blushing.
“Great.” Dylan walked toward her. “Are you hungry? I’m sure I’ve got some things in the fridge.”
“No, just tea would be good.” Bonnie followed Dylan back downstairs and into the kitchen.
He approached the stove and grabbed the tea kettle, along with two blue teacups. Then he headed around the corner to where the dining room was. This room was noticeably smaller than the others, but still just as well designed. In the center was a quaint round table, with four chairs around it. Both the table and the chairs were made of thick, see-through plastic. It gave the room a very modern and clean feel.
Bonnie took a seat, and Dylan sat down in the chair across the table from her. He filled both cups with tea. They sipped their drinks quietly for a moment. Bonnie listened to the rain, just enjoying the sound and also the fact that she didn’t have to be out in it anymore.
“It feels good to be dry,” she said, setting her cup down.
“No kidding,” he said. “I can’t believe how hard it rained out there. That was intense.”
Dylan gazed into Bonnie’s eyes as he spoke, causing her to melt right there in the seat. His stare was intense but comforting. It made her feel safe and protected. She couldn’t get over how much he made her feel that way. It was unlike anything she’d experienced with anybody else and that included witness protection.
“Thanks for the tea.” Bonnie took another sip, letting the liquid warm her up from the inside. “It’s really good.”
“You’re welcome,” Dylan said, with a warm smile that made Bonnie tingle all over once again. She loved the way he looked at her. She wanted to kiss him again. She wanted to feel the connection between the two of them again. She just needed to find a way to get there.