A N G E L (Roger Daltrey)

Fifteen

Janice's POV

After we finished eating, we went up to the hotel room we were staying in.

Naturally, the rest of the boys had decided to spend some extra time in Chicago, too, but only for a couple days. Their room was near ours. The poor guys had tripled up to save some cash, and the thought made me laugh.

"What's funny?" Roger asked. He was sitting behind me on the bed playing with my hair.

"I was just thinkin' about Pete and John and Keith all canoodling each other in their one hotel room." Saying it out loud made me laugh again, but harder this time.

Roger chuckled. "I don't know how much of your 'canoodling' will take place, but I'm sure there will be something, and I'm sure we'll hear all about it."

"I can't wait." I stated, smiling.

Rog then brought some of my long hair around my shoulder for me to see.

"Look!" He said proudly.

A random portion of my hair had been twisted into a sloppy, loose braid.

"Wow, that's impressive!" I said, half sarcastic and half genuinely impressed.

He made a proud little scoffing noise and then let go of my hair. I felt the braid fall apart as I turned around to face him. He smiled at me, cocking his head to one side like a puppy. He did that kind of a lot, and it never got any less precious.

"You're so beautiful," I grinned.

"No, you." He poked my chest.

"No, you." I shoved his chest.

"No! You!" He pushed me over.

"Hey! I said you're beautiful!" I sat up and jumped on him, tackling him back against the pillows.

And then we started making out. You know how it is.

I was left lying on his chest, panting softly, twiddling one of his curls between my fingers.

"Can we take a nap? I'm beat." I asked.

"Sure, I could use a nap." He rolled me off of him, pulled off his shirt, and we wiggled under the blankets.

I fell asleep with my face pressed against his bare chest, drinking him in with every breath.

We slept for hours, for when we woke up, it was almost three in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to find Roger staring at me.

I made a startled noise and blinked at him.

"What're you looking at? What time is it?" I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and yawned, turning my head to the side to spare him my breath, which was undoubtedly questionable.

"I'm looking at you, love. You're like a sweet little angel when you sleep. Like a little cherub!" He booped me on the nose, causing me to snort.

"Right." I said.

"Oh, and it's a quarter to." He rose from the bed and stretched broadly. I shamelessly raked my eyes over his topless body, watching a muscle quiver as he reached his arms into the air.

"A quarter till what?" I asked.

"Three." He was bending over forward now, as if to touch his toes. "Do you want something to eat?"

"Maybe, let me finish waking up." I yawned again, then swung my legs out of the bed, stepping into the bathroom to get a drink.

"Put on something pretty, darling, and we'll go walk around for a bit. Maybe something to eat will jump at us." Roger called.