Cold Hearted

Chapter Four

"Only enough for one room," the man at the counter said when Everett asked him how much his remaining money and my tip money for the day would get us.

"Fine," Everett said through clenched teeth. We were both soaked to the bone, and the key rattled when Everett took it into his shaking hand.

Once we were in the room, Everett sat me down in a chair.

"Okay, both of us undress. You go take a warm shower while I blow dry our clothes as much as possible and then it's your turn once you're out of the shower. Got it?" he commanded through chattering teeth.

I nodded, when my phone rang. After I finally got it free from my wet and clingy pocket, I saw it was a call from my mom.

"Wow, that thing still works?" Everett asked. "I'll just shower first."

I nodded to him, answering the call.

"Emma! Oh god! Are you okay! The news channel said to stay indoors! Where are you?" she asked. I calmed her down and told her I was at a motel with Everett.

"A boy! Emma-" she began but I cut her off when Everett lifted his shirt over his head and I almost squealed at the sight.

"I've gotta go mom, I'm freezing. I'll see you tomorrow, love you," and I hung up without waiting for a reply.

I then began to stare at Everett as he shamelessly stripped down into nothing but his boxer briefs. I couldn't help but let my eyes take him in.

"You gonna undress and get warm or are you gonna stare at me all night?" his voice suddenly ripped my eyes from his amazing v-line to his green eyes.

"Shut up," I growled, slowly but surely lifting my shirt over my head.

Then, I heard an, "oh" and I watched Everett quickly disappear behind the closed bathroom door. I smirked, one glance at my body had made him that shy?

A moment later, his pair of underwear was tossed out the door. The shower started up, and I wrapped myself in the blanket off of the bed once I was fully undressed.

Then I began to blow dry our clothes. I did his first since he would need to be dressed before me. I tried to start with what was most important, like his underwear and his pants. His windbreaker was a lost cause and I only dried his shirt a little, knowing that some things were more important to cover.

I blushed at the thought before quickly pushing it out of my head.

A small while later, the shower turned off and a half naked Everett appeared. A white towel hung loosely around his waist and I forced myself to look away. Even though I was freezing, I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks.

"Okay, your turn," he said, drying his hair with another white towel. It made his lean torso stretch in such a way that I quickly stood up with the sheet wrapped around me, and hurried into the bathroom.

After my extremely satisfying shower, I opened the bathroom door to find him blow drying my panties from afar, like they would gobble him up if he got too close.

"What are you doing?" I laughed. He didn't look at me, but he shut off the blow dryer.

"Well I thought it might be rude to, um, touch them," he stuttered over his words. I found him dressed in just his pants and socks.

I picked up my clothes, feeling my soaked bra and shirt.

"Did you even do these?" I asked, and he shook his head sheepishly.

"Well then give me your shirt, I can't sleep in soaking wet clothes. I'll get sick," I said, holding my hand out. He slowly tucked the dry material into my palm.