The Older We Get

Chapter 91

                "I'm betting he's going to go see her." I wager and keep on my stomach same as him whilst we both reach for the bowl of chips and other junk food in robes and towels wrapped round our heads like absolute idiots, watching 'Pretty Woman' on the bed after our second bath nearly an hour and more ago.

This is actually not what I pictured us doing after our first time together, I thought it'd be awkward, or emotional, silent, anything but completely normal.

It's not like we haven't done it only an hour ago, actually having sex, engaging in an act of huge meaning and anticipation, we've both been looking at one another differently here and there, like there's a little extra behind each smile and we've reached a level in our relationship that's beyond comprehension, but watching a movie from the 90's about a hooker who's hired to pose as a girlfriend took me completely off guard.

We didn't say anything after we both came. It was silent and a time to only stare back and forth until I smiled and suggested another attempt to get clean.

Afterwards we turned on the TV to see what was on and then 5 minutes later we began talking and commenting on the movie.

Both of us are idiots, all clothed in hotel robes and with our hair hidden under the white towels, jeez, are we that far gone?

Well, this does feel great given there are gummy bears.

I haven't done anything like this before. Never.

It's sure to get me addicted to a certain life style.

"This feels so final, no way." Chan cracks a pretzel in two before putting his slim fingers around a ripe, red, full strawberry to engage with his lips.

"Yes way. I have a gift for predicting endings to movies." I lift up my fingers and watch the screen. "See? Look!"

"You've gotta be kidding me." His deep voice elects its tone from his sexy throat. "Ugh!"

"Ha!" I move up then casually slide off the bed to turn the TV off. Chan on the other hand is burying his face in the covers out of losing. "I think this will teach you to never doubt me again."

"Don't get cocky babe. It was one movie." Chandler's smirk stays and only grows when I get back on the bed. "You tired yet?"

"Not really." We both sit and reach for some more snacks. "I thought I would be. What about you?"

"No." He shakes his head. "What time is it?"

"I think it's almost 11."

"Only?" He scoffs. "No wonder we're not tired."

"We're dry though." I crawl a little closer to him and unwrap his towel to immediately scrub it around his more or less damp hair which he laughs at almost as if he were a child. "I'm still getting used to your short hair."

"I'm getting used to actually liking it." He proceeds to ruffle the towel on my head, carefully and diligently moving down and putting gentle attention to the strands as if he's never done this before.

I know we've acted like this in the past several times prior to tonight, it's still something I'll need to get accustomed to again.

"Do you think it's still raining?" I ask once Chandler's glorious bold eyes that are all his own move towards the windows that overlook the lake, the curtains are covering the view so it's as if we're especially tucked away from the world, our ears peeled to figure out the answer to my question when we hear some more thunder in the distance and a faint 'sha' sound of downpour.