Morphed

Chapter 22

I heard the ding as we reached the fourth floor. My eyes were heavy so I didn't want to open them, but I also didn't want to leave his arms. Real world dilemmas.

His weight shifted and he transferred more weight into one of his arms whenever he had to use his hand. I heard the door open and I was soon set down gently on something very soft. I squirmed from the loss of contact and the cold that hit me after I was no longer surrounded by Gavin.

I never thought I would be one of those people.

My eyes lazily opened to observe Gavin sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey." I murmured.

"Hey." He answered with a tired smile. "I checked us into a hotel."

"Yeah, I heard." I laughed.

"What?" His face went pale. "Have you.. Been awake this whole time?"

"No?" I said more as a question, weirded out by his sudden outburst. "I just woke up in the lobby."

"Oh..." He regained his cool composure. "Good. I mean, at least you know I checked in. I'm going to go shower." Gavin left quickly.

What was that about? I guess I wouldn't know, and it wouldn't help me to stress about it. But it was still really strange of THE Gavin to act like that. Not any other Gavin, just my Gavin.

I can't believe I just called him my Gavin. Wow, my head was a mess. I argued with myself way too much. I cleared my head and turned my attention to my skirt. Luckily I had worn spandex underneath it, but it was a high waisted skirt and I had worn a crop top with it. I quickly threw off my skirt and weighed my options. I currently looked like a slut in my midriff and camletoe inducing shorts (which I had seemed to avoid the whole day luckily).

I clambered into bed in what I was wearing and stared at the wall a minute. I hated wearing outfits more than one day in a row but I kind of had to until we could go back home. I prayed we only had to stay here one day, I was already missing Denver. A few minutes later the bathroom door opened.

"Hey, do you- do you need a t-shirt or something to sleep in?" Gavin walked out of the bathroom in all his shirtless and messy wet haired glory.

"Yes please. Thank The Lord." I threw off the covers as he dug out a shirt and tossed it to me.

"Here you go." He said.

"Thanks."

"Nice stomach." He smirked and I was suddenly very conscious about the fact I was barely covered. I wasn't modest, that was for sure, but he made me jittery. Not in a bad way, in a really good way and I hated it.

"Shut up." I groaned, standing up and heading to the bathroom to change my top. I couldn't help but be super happy and comfortable in his shirt. This seems so typical. Girl wears boys shirt, like in every story. I was being such a teenager. But this was something different, he was just being nice. The black shirt came halfway down my thighs like a dress which was perfect for me.

"Thanks again, bud." I told him while exiting the bathroom.

"No problem, bud." He paused. "I'm guessing you claimed that bed as your nest?" Gavin pointed to the pile of blankets I had somehow already managed to dismember in the few minutes I laid there.

"Possibly. But I don't nest, I burrow, you idiot."

"My mistake." He rolled his eyes and started sorting through his bag, pulling a few random things out. While he was turned away I watched all the definition in his back shift and move with him. Muscles were beautiful. Actually, anything on him was beautiful. He turned back around, holding a shirt and my face got red quickly as I looked at the floor.