“Y-you do?”
“God, yes! It’s like a goth dream room! Grey and black sheets, blackout curtains in black, no less—it’s fucking awesome!”
“You really think so?”
I continue to stare around the room, taking it all in. It’s a little sparse—nothing on the walls and no rug on the floor—but the dark colors and straight lines are fantastic.
“Yes, I do. It’s fabulous. And those curtains mean we might actually get a bit of sleep tonight, er, this morning.” I grin at him before I kiss him soundly on the lips.
Rocco blushes and ducks his head. It’s a habit of his I’d like to break, but at the same time, I find it endearing. I run my hand through his hair, gathering it up at the back of his head and pulling him down to kiss him more soundly.
“If I don’t lie down soon,” I say, “I’m going to fall over.”
Rocco chuckles.
“Me too,” he says. “Do you...uh, need anything?”
“Like what?”
“Um...water? The bathroom is down the hall if you need that.”
“I went before we left Power Exchange,” I say. “I’ll take a water though.”
Rocco pulls a bottle of water out of a tiny refrigerator and hands it to me. Then he excuses himself to the bathroom and shuffles out the door and down the hallway. I quickly untie my corset and remove my skirt before climbing into the bed. It’s ridiculously comfortable, and I wonder what kind of mattress Rocco has. I pull the blankets up and snuggle against the pillow. My eyes are heavy, but I refuse to let myself drop off before Rocco returns.
A couple of minutes later, he’s standing in the doorway, staring with his mouth open at the pile of clothes I left on the floor.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
“I...I don’t really know.” He keeps staring at the clothes, and I wonder if he’s a little OCD about his room.
“Do the clothes on the floor bother you?” I ask.
“No. Uh...”
“What?”
“Um...”
He glances at me, blushes, then looks at my clothes on the floor again, and I understand.
“Yeah, I’m naked, goofball.” I laugh and then pat the bed next to me. “Get your clothes off and get in here.”
Rocco hesitates and then slowly pulls off his shirt. I raise my eyebrows, waiting for more, but I don’t think he realizes he’s doing a striptease. He lowers his sweats, realizes he still has his shoes on, and nearly falls over trying to kick them off with his sweats still around his ankles.
I have to put my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.
Somehow, he manages to get his pants and shoes off without losing his balance. He glances around, unable to look at me.
“All of it, Roc.”
He bites his lip for a moment before reaching down and removing his socks. He tucks one thumb in the side of his briefs and then hesitates again.
“Keep going,” I say.
“I...I don’t usually sleep naked.”
“You do when you’re sleeping with your girlfriend.”