Here When It Counts

Chapter 8

He finds most of their clothes.

When Reggie mentioned that their clothes were scattered everywhere, he was not kidding.

The second he exited the room, he could see a clear line of clothes thrown all around the hallway. He spots his boxers hanging on a lamp post outside the room. He quickly grabs them and slips them on, suddenly feeling awkward about roaming around someone else's house naked. He continues down the hall, collecting the clothes until the path ends at what he assumes is Reggie's front door.

He doesn't know if that adds to the embarrassment he is already feeling, but it definitely doesn't help. He is grateful, at least, that Reggie was the only witness to last night's drunken rendezvous. Although, he doesn't know whether he can trust Reggie to keep it a second. He thinks he might exploit it to his advantage the first chance he gets.

When he gets back to the room after navigating through the maze of this house, Betty is turned away from him. She looks to be investigating the room. He thinks that's probably normal for her, given her FBI training. She turns around once he shuts the door, still clothed in the bed sheet.

"I was able to find almost everything. I think your shirt might have ended up in the back of Reggie's car because I couldn't find it."

"Of course it did," she says, rolling her eyes, as she sorts through the clothes. "I guess I'll just have to wear yours instead."

"Oh really?" He chuckles, already handing it to her, "Reggie's clothes aren't good enough for ya?"

"I thought we established this already. I would rather walk home naked than wear anything of Reggie's."

He laughs at her, shaking his head. He's missed this. Missed her. He always misses her. In more ways than he can imagine. He wishes that somehow, in someway, they can get back to normal. That they can actually go back to talking everyday instead of avoiding each other. Right now, he'll just enjoy what he can get.

They both start to get dressed. Well, she starts to get dressed. He keeps getting distracted by her beauty that putting a pair of pants suddenly becomes a complex task. When he does finally achieve it, he pries his eyes away long enough to begin looking for a shirt to wear.

When he steals another glance at her, he notices something that he didn't this morning. There, right above her collarbone, was a fresh hickey. He knows that wasn't there during the party last night, due to him sneaking looks at her. He smirks slightly, chuckling softly at it. She finishes clasping her bra as she looks up at him with a raised brow.

"What?" She asks, softly.

"Nothing," his smirk grows bigger, "you just got something right there."

She turns toward the mirror on the door to inspect the spot he is pointing at. He watches as her eyes widen at the sight of her new mark. His chuckles become louder as she twists her head to glare at him.

"That's unfair."

"No, that's a gift. Now, you have something to remind you of the night you almost had sex in front of Reggie Mantle."

She groans at his response, which only makes him laugh more. The laughing dies in his throat when he catches the mischievous look on her face. She walks towards him slowly, the look never leaving her eyes. When she gets closer to him, she rests her hands on his bare chest.

"What is-"

"Shhhh..."

She walks him back, moving towards the bed. The second his legs hit the edge, she pushes him down on it and straddles his lap. He wraps his arms around her waist, still unsure of what is happening. Not that he's complaining or anything, just a little confused. She grabs a hold of his chin and, for a second, he thinks she might be leaning down to kiss him.