Do You Love Me, James Taylor

Date Part 11

(Martha)

It had been a great night, after eating with James we sat and watched a movie before heading back to bed where I slept peacefully. It reminded me that I hadn't relaxed or slept soundly in weeks

"Hey Martha, it's time to wake up" he said flicking on the light

"Ugh what time is it?" I grumbled trying to force myself off the bed

"3 am" he said

"Why are we getting up so early?" I asked

"Why? We gotta make our flight" he said

"Flight?" I asked as the seemingly magnetic pull of the bed forced me back down

"I'll give a couple more minutes. You can rest while I'll make you breakfast in bed" he said

Remembering his last attempt of making dinner I jumped up

"No! It's fine. Why don't we just leave breakfast to me?" I said before he shrugged

"Okay I'll go take a shower" he said leaving the room

After he left I started cleaning the room. Stretching when I finished before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth

The moment I arrived at the door I saw James standing in his towel brushing his teeth in front of the mirror

He must not have noticed me because he didn't react at all.

I was gonna walk away but I was stuck admiring his muscular physique as he moved.

I was completely enthralled the show he was putting on of flexing his muscles as he reached over to put down the toothbrush and took up the mouthwash

In the midst of watching him flex l I noticed a smirk on his face. In that moment I realized he had noticed I was there or maybe he'd known from the start either way I had to leave so I slam the door and ran back to my room while he laughed

While running back to my room I caught a peek into his room.

It was a complete mess. The bed was untidy and there were pieces of clothes all over the floor along with empty pizza and ramen boxes.

"Oh my God" I said

"See something interesting?" He asked almost appearing out of nowhere

"James, is this how you're gonna leave your room?" I asked

"Yeah the room service ladies will come clean it up" he shrugged

"That's horrible. James you're a grown man. You can't cook nor tidy up your room. What exactly did your parents teach you at that big house of yours." I scolded before noticing his slight frown

I think I might have gone a bit too far

"I'm sorry it's your place; I shouldn't have said anything" I said before he shook his head

"It's fine you didn't say anything wrong" he said

It didn't seem that way. He was still frowning so we stood on awkward silence staring at each other

Then suddenly the doorbell rang

"Are you expecting someone?"

"It's probably room service"

"They come this early?"

"No I called for breakfast" he said

"But I told you I'd make it" I said before his smirk came back

"You're my guest I can't have you making all the meals....just relax" he said

"I can't exactly stay here for nothing. How about I clean your room for you?" I volunteered