In one room

Leslie's POV: “Wade can sleep with me?” What was I saying? Thankfully, my mother and Brandon didn't catch on to how filthy that sounded and they smiled in approval. It's official. My mother has ruined my life. I couldn't blame her though. She was just trying to be nice and she didn't know that I had walked in on him showering this morning. Yeah, I’d seen everything but, I wasn’t going to tell Wade that. Speaking of him, he was in the bathroom, taking a shower. I think he liked them. Mom and Brandon had already retired to their bedroom, choosing not to stay at the suite. I hoped to God that the walls were thick enough if they were going to get down to anything tonight. I was arranging Wade's mattress on the ground, complete with pillows and a blanket. I hoped it was as comfortable as it looked. Before I could test it, he walked in, running a towel through his damp hair and ruffling it even more. Wearing grey sweat pants and a grey shirt, he was a pleasant sight to look at. “It's all done,” I said, tearing my eyes away from the sliver of skin peeking under the helm of his shirt and gesturing awkwardly at what was completely obvious. He looked down at it and then me. I suddenly felt self conscious. “I seriously would have stayed at a hotel if Sarah hadn't insisted.” I smiled tightly. He was raised rich. Maybe sleeping somewhere like here was hard for him. “This is my Mom’s idea to make us get along. It's just going to be for a few days. Then we’ll move and you’ll be back on your plane headed to your college.” He studied me for a while and then nodded. “Yeah, just for a few days.” He repeated, more to himself. “I’ll just go clean up in the bathroom. You can sleep.” I said, walking out. I walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. I was going insane. My mother wouldn’t let me and a boy alone in a room for longer than thirty minutes but now, she was making me share a room with a strange boy. Granted, he was my step brother but she didn’t understand how madly attracted I was to him. I’ve never felt this way for any one else and it sucked that it was him — Wade. Now, we had to spend several nights together. I was not okay. I splashed some water on my face and returned to the room. The lights were off, save for the lamp on my bedside table so I could see. Wade was already in bed, tucked under the sheets. I climbed into bed, getting under the blanket and bringing it high up to my chest. I listened to Wade's breathing, trying to gauge if he was already asleep. He was probably already asleep. I laid still in my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the fact that Wade was just a few feet away. The mattress he was on rustled as he turned. I bit my lip. Do I say something or keep pretending that he wasn’t even there? After a few minutes, Wade made that decision for me. “You’re stiff as hell up there,” His voice broke the silence. “Do you always sleep like a corpse or do I make you uncomfortable?” I rolled to my side, so that I was facing him. “I don’t usually have someone breathing next to me like a serial killer.” Wade let out a low chuckle that rumbled in the small bedroom. I decided that I liked how it sounded. “I didn’t realize I was so terrifying.” “You have this brooding, too-rich-to-care look. Some girls might find it hot. I find it deeply disturbing.” I said. Why was I saying so much words? I felt like I was blabbing. I could see him from here. The bedside table lamp illuminated him enough and I watched as he turned to lay on his back. He folded his hand under his head and I could make out the sharp edges of his jaw.  “Concerned enough to be watching me?” he asked. I scoffed, hugging my pillow to my chest. I rested my own head on one arm. “You’re in my space. Obviously, I have to keep an eye on you. Who knows what will happen when I close my eyes.” Wade made a sound. “Right. Because I’m the threat here.” His voice was softer.  “Do I look like the threat?” I asked. “I’m the harmless eighteen year old who has to share her room with a stranger who eats twice her portions.” “You’re eighteen?” Wade asked, sounding surprised. “That’s all you got from what I said?” I asked instead. “Damn. I thought you were like sixteen or something. You're a freaking adult.” “Does that make it easier for us to sleep together?” I asked. Shit, shit, shitshitshit. Did I just say what I think that sounded like? “Not sleep together. You know what I mean.” I was grateful that the lights were turned off because I was sure that I looked like a red tomato. “Look, Leslie,” Why the hell did my name sound so good coming from him? “I know you’re not thrilled about this whole ‘let’s play family’ thing going on, but your mom’s not wrong. We should at least try to get along. Our parents are married to each other.” I scoffed. “My mom's idea is jaded. Trying doesn’t mean we have to share a room like we’re at summer camp. Like you said, we're adults.” “You think I like being on this rock-hard mattress while you’re up there on your princess bed?” Wade was smirking. I could tell. I rolled my eyes, but the corners of her lips turned upwards. “Oh, poor baby. Do you need me to tuck you in?” Wade let out a low breath, his head turning slightly to my direction. “Careful now, Les. You keep talking like that, and I might start thinking you actually like me.” My room suddenly felt smaller than it was. My breath was suddenly hot. I swallowed, gripping the pillow tighter. Did I like him? “You wish,” I muttered, turning my back to him. But I knew that he was still looking in my direction. My heart was racing in a way that confused me. I couldn't tell if it was from irritation or something different. I was fcked if it was something different. A few minutes passed before I heard his voice again. “You know, I wanted to kiss you yesterday at the wedding.” My heart skipped a bit. “What's stopping you now?” I asked, not sure where this boldness was coming from. I heard Wade move and suddenly I was looking into his green eyes and he was on top of me. I swallowed, shifting. This had to be a dream. “Ask me again, Leslie,” he said, tugging on my hair. “Ask me why I haven't done all the things I so badly want to do to you.” My pulse fluttered and my mouth was suddenly dry. “Why?” I gasped out, my breath ragged. His eyes flitted down to my lips before he looked at me again. “Because when I do, I know you're going to make me go crazy.” He lowered his lips on mine.