very very short chapter just to tide me over till i have more time to write - there's more coming, I promise
ch 6
As he stumbled out of sleep, he heard the shower sputter then start. Where was he? The bed, with its 400thread count sheets and wonderfully overstuffed pillows was much more comfortable than any bed he could remember sleeping on recently. Dim light filtered into the room from behind heavy, unfamiliar curtains. Still hovering on the edge of sleep he fought off the urge to close his eyes again and sink further into the pillows. He blinked and stretched his arms above his head. He could hear the noise of the shower alter ever so slightly as the stream of water no longer hit empty tile but her bare skin, and then he recalled where he was.
Isolated images from the previous day flooded his memory.
Holding her hand, clutching it really, on the plane as they both attempted to push themselves as far back into the horrible blue seats as possible, both silently willing the plane to stay in the air, just stay in the air.
Taking a first real breath as it set down on the ground.
The shock of a bustling city, loud and overcrowded with healthy people.
Kate expertly hailing a cab outside the airport.
Kate walking purposefully through the lobby of the hotel, approaching the front desk with a sure confidence that left him unnerved and wondering if she was comfortable in just about any situation imaginable. She had leaned ever so slightly on the marble countertop as she asked if the attendant spoke English. He had nodded curtly and she had asked if there were any messages for a Lori Eastbrook. She had flashed an involuntary smile as he slid a sealed envelope across the desk.
Staring straight at her as he tipped the bellman. Her lifting her shirt just before she heard the door click shut. Pulling him into the bathroom by his collar and into their first hot shower in far too long.
The gluttonous joy of room service.
His hand on her bare shoulder sliding down her back to that beautiful dip just before the swell of her ass.
Which brought him back to this bed. This comfortable bed that he never wanted to remove himself from. He heard the water shut off and a few minutes later his eyes followed her as she entered the room and crossed to the far corner where their suitcases lay untouched where the bellhop had left them.
As she riffled through the luggage, she turned to look at him. Wet curls clung to her cheek and neck. He was particularly fascinated by one rivulet of water that dripped from her collar bone down her chest and disappeared beneath the white hotel towel she had wrapped herself in. "C'mon Jack," she said "We gotta get going."