CHAPTER 51
Emma's Point-of-View
"Sleepover? Mm I like sleepovers," he grinned and got into the passenger's seat of my Infiniti FX50.
I glared at him as I put the car in reverse. "Shut up, Tom. And by the way, I call dibs on the bed."
"What! That's not fair!" he shouted.
"Yes, it is too fair," I told him. "I am the girl, so therefore I have priority on the sleeping arrangements."
"Fine," he caved. "Then I guess you will have to share it because I'm sleeping in the bed too."
"No!" I yelled. "The couch is just as comfortable. Plus then you can watch TV before you go to bed."
"If the couch is so comfortable, then why don't you sleep on it?"
I pulled my car next to Rob's Audi. "First one to the bed wins."
I jumped out of the car and sprinted up the staircase to Rob's door. Tom was right behind me with the keys in his hand. He shoved the key inside the lock, twisting the door open. He pushed his way in, but I snuck underneath him and raced to Rob's bedroom door. Tom leaped onto the bed right behind me, crushing me into the pillows that were tossed by the headboard.
"I win!" I shouted victoriously, out of breath.
"Tie!" Tom protested, laughing.
I sat up, brushed out my messy hair with my fingers and readjusted my top that had slipped sideways during the collision. "You wish! I was beneath you! How could it be a tie?"
"That's not the only time you can be beneath me," he said seductively.
I stared at him blankly, raising my eyebrows.
"Sorry, sorry. Enough with the inappropriate comments," he promised.
I chucked a pillow at his head and got up from the bed. I searched through what few clothes Rob had left in his dresser, pulling out a pair of grey boxers and a white t-shirt to put on.
"I guess I better get changed too," Tom said, stripping down to his boxers and ripping off his jacket and shirt. He stood before me in just his boxers and white longer socks that were scrunched at his ankles.
I cleared my throat and walked into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Tom was in the living room on the couch watching TV. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water and he turned back to look at me. "Hey," he said.
"Hi. Can I get you anything? Some water or a beer?" I asked him politely. I knew I didn't live in Rob's apartment, but I felt the need to be a good hostess.
"Water would be great."
I poured some water into a cup and brought it over to him.
"Thanks Emma," he said as I walked off towards the hallway. "Hey, where are you going?"
"I'll be right back," I called into the living room. When I returned I brought out two blankets and a pillow off of Rob's bed. "Here you go," I handed him the blankets and pillow.
"Oh, thank you," he stated surprised. "I could've gotten that stuff. You didn't need to bring it out to me."
"It's ok," I smiled and sat next to him on the couch. "What are you watching?"
"America's Next Top Model," he said, his eyes fixated on the screen.
I giggled. "Interesting."
"The girls are hott," he explained. "I'm not gay or anything, I swear."
"Right," I laughed. "So do you have a girlfriend back in London?" I asked him.
"Nope," he answered. "I like my freedom."
"Hey! Rob has freedom," I defended myself.
"Yeah, I know he does. That's because you are one of the few girls that aren't psychotic clinging magnets."
"Well that's a relief," I laughed.
"So if you have any friends," he began. "You know where to send them. I'll be here all month." I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, but his tone was serious.
"All right. I will have them lined up at the door tomorrow morning."
"Perfect," he said as he yawned.
"I should go to bed," I told him. "We both need some rest." I got up from the couch and started walking down the hallway to Rob's room.
"It was nice meeting you Emma. Sleep well."
"Goodnight Tom." I closed the door behind me and crawled into Robert's bed. Even though it had been almost two months since he had slept in it, I could still smell his intoxicating scent lingering on the pillows and the sheets. This was going to be the best sleep I have had in a while.
