I wake up with a smile on my lips at the thought that I'm in Bali with Brad. I still can't believe we've jumped on a plane only a day ago and that we're here, just the two of us for an entire week. And I intend on enjoying every single bit of it. I turn around in the bed, expecting the find Brad lying next to me but he isn't there. It only takes a second for my ears to hear the sound of the water running and I realize he's in the shower. Is it wrong for me to want so bad to join him there? Yes, Emma. What's wrong with you, I think to myself as I get up and take my PJs off. I quickly put on some clean panties and a bra and start looking at what I've packed in my suitcase. I never put much thought about what to wear, especially not for Brad as he's used to seeing me in dirty sweatpants but it's different now. I want to look good for him. Do I want him to look at me the way he used to look at Ashley? Yes. Don't judge me. I'm standing in front of the bed, my suitcase laying on it, not able to decide whether to wear a skirt or a dress when Brad enters the room fully dressed with a towel in his hands, using it to dry his hair. He stops at the sight of me, clearly not expecting to see me in my underwear. He stands there for a second, staring at me from head to toes (well more like head to mid-thigh as I'm on the other side of the bed), not saying anything. Why aren't we able to act the same way as before? We've never been uncomfortable at the sight of the other in underwear. Is our friendship ever gonna go back to normal? I grab a dress and quickly pass it over my head, still feeling Brad's eyes on me.
"You okay there?", I ask, seeing that he still hasn't moved. "If you say I have drool all over my face again, I swear I'm gonna kick you in the balls"
The expression on his face changes as if he was lost in his thoughts and is back to reality. He laughs it off before throwing the now wet towel on the bed next to my suitcase.
"I won't say it then", he answers with a chuckle before walking towards me and he places a kiss on my temple. "Morning", he adds before grabbing his phone on the nightstand. I feel heat take over my body at the contact of his lips on my skin. I seriously need to control that before he notices the effect he has on me. "I'm starving", he continues while looking at his phone. "Breakfast?", he adds finally looking up from it.
"Oh Gosh, yes, please!" I say, feeling my stomach crying for food. We haven't had any food yesterday after landing, too tired to even think about eating and my body is clearly in need of food. Brad puts his phone in the back pocket of his shorts and makes his way towards the suite door. I grab my phone too and join him at the door where I slid my phone in his second back pocket.
"I don't have pockets", I say with my most innocent smile.
"You're lucky you're cute", he says before opening the door and he starts to walk towards the main part of the hotel where the restaurant is located. Why do those words have such an impact on me? Does he mean them? But even if he does, he means them in an 'oh look at how cute that baby is' kinda way. Not in a 'you're beautiful' kind of way. And again, why would he? Fuck Em, you need to stop thinking altogether, clearly it's not working for you. As soon as we reach the reception area, Brad takes my hand in his, making me look at him wondering what he's doing and I notice he's smiling at someone. I turn my head towards the direction he's looking at and notice the check-in lady from the day before. Aulia, her name was if I recall correctly. She waves at us, a big smile on her lips. She seems as happy and excited as the day before and I wonder if she's always like that or if she has to fake it for the hotel guests. But something tells me she's actually like that.
"Good morning", she says as we reach her. "How was first night with us?"
"Fantastic", Brad answers, smiling back at her. "The suite is amazing. I don't think I've ever slept on a more comfy bed. This one fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow", he continues, nodding at me.
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FRIENDS - BWS
Fanfiction"Don't even try to deny it", she spat at me. "I see the way you look at Brad, the way you talk to him as if you two are the only ones in the room. You're constantly around him, craving his attention. It's pathetic". "Wow, I'm pathetic? Yet I'm not t...