Through Thick & Thin

Behind Closed Doors

***Warning: fairly steamy scene coming up, that is if you don't consider my writing to be shit 😂

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We get back to the hotel and I immediately flop back first onto my bed. To answer your likely questions - no, I do not share a room with Robert, but we do get conjoined rooms for scheduling purposes and what not.

To be honest, he's not wrong about how close we are. With his schedule, which is my schedule, we spend more time together than with anyone else. You try living this lifestyle with someone for five years without growing a close and informal relationship.

I slowly overturn those facts and memories in my mind, mixing into today's events. One of the easier explanations is that I'm sexually frustrated.

I wasn't exactly miss popular in high school, so it's safe to say my love life was nonexistent. But since then I haven't had too much trouble finding someone to keep me company. Seeing as work keeps me swamped, I don't have much energy for real relationships, but I do enjoy the odd passionate moment whenever Robert gives me the night off in whatever city we're in. Not to mention I never feel right starting any commitments when I've got this current obsession over Robert... that may be not so current considering it's been three years running.

It's been quite some time since I had one of those moments though, and after today, I'll admit to being extremely hot and bothered.

I decide a nice relaxing shower ought to curb my senses and I prepare for just that. Get it up and running as I remove the pins from my hair, then finally removing my clothing. Damn the person who invented pantyhose, damn them to hell.

Toweling off, I glance around the steamy room and gather my clothes. My number one thought is that I need to get out of this suffocating heat and climb in bed.

It however did not cross my mind to check the door I left through, seeing that Robert and I share a bathroom with our jointed suites.

I stop in my tracks to see Robert's shirtless abs because he's only wearing sweatpants...

Annnnd I am painfully aware of the the fact that I'm only wearing a towel. The short, hotel kind.

"Hi." He says, an amused smirk on his face. He turns off the tv, turning to face me completely.

It's safe to say my face is bright red and not from the steam. "I- I didn't realize I walked through the wrong door." I turn to leave.

"Wait!" He exclaims. I stop and face him.

He gets up, and walks over until there is inches of space between us. "I wanna talk." Up close, I can see how dilated his eyes are, and I can't help but feel completely naked. And, it kind of excites me. I feel so messed up.

"Uh, can I change first? Or -"

"No, you can stay like that it won't be long."

"Okay?"

He sits on the edge of the bed. Since he's now at my eye level, and I'm still in a towel, I opt for standing.

"In the car, if you didn't get that phone call-"

"Yes?" Something makes me really hope he wanted to kiss me.

"Look, I've been feeling something... different, for a while now. And lately, I've been wondering how I'm able to control myself around you."

I literally hold my breath, because I can't tell if I'm dreaming. I don't know what to say so I wait for him to continue.

He grabs my waist and pulls me in between his legs, his eyes darker than I've ever seen, burning into my own.