"Well... let it never be said that you aren't, then," he murmured, smiling at her as she led him up to the guest room, glad to follow her lead. When she turned to kiss him, he gladly moved to meet her halfway, smiling at her words, which were soothing, comforting after everything that had happened tonight. "I hope you do the same, Summer Roberts. Because I love you, so much, and now I remember every single little reason why." They might all be a jumble, but that didn't matter - they were there, and that counted for a hell of a lot.
He paused with his hand on the doorknob, leaning down for one more brief, quiet kiss. "You have a good night, sweetheart." And with that, he squeezed her fingers once more and slipped into the guest room, which was a very comfortable size with a very comfortable-looking bed. His stomach flipped - in the best of ways - when he thought about Summer getting it ready for him, and he pulled off his shoes, leaving them by the door, before he padded over to the bed. He didn't have any spare clothes here, so he stripped down to his boxers, draping his uniform carefully over a chair so it wouldn't be wrinkled in the morning. At least he could put it back on before he headed downstairs in the morning, and no one would care what he was sleeping in - he was tempted to sleep completely bare, but part of him said he'd done far worse than wear a pair of boxers twice in a row.
And so, with a deep sigh, he slid gratefully into the large, comfortable bed... and laid awake for what felt like hours but could have been only minutes, staring at the ceiling, unable to stop his mind from whirling in circles so fast it almost made him dizzy.
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He paused with his hand on the doorknob, leaning down for one more brief, quiet kiss. "You have a good night, sweetheart." And with that, he squeezed her fingers once more and slipped into the guest room, which was a very comfortable size with a very comfortable-looking bed. His stomach flipped - in the best of ways - when he thought about Summer getting it ready for him, and he pulled off his shoes, leaving them by the door, before he padded over to the bed. He didn't have any spare clothes here, so he stripped down to his boxers, draping his uniform carefully over a chair so it wouldn't be wrinkled in the morning. At least he could put it back on before he headed downstairs in the morning, and no one would care what he was sleeping in - he was tempted to sleep completely bare, but part of him said he'd done far worse than wear a pair of boxers twice in a row.
And so, with a deep sigh, he slid gratefully into the large, comfortable bed... and laid awake for what felt like hours but could have been only minutes, staring at the ceiling, unable to stop his mind from whirling in circles so fast it almost made him dizzy.