~Reid~
Oh shit.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.
Nolan and I's gazes glued to the rose petal covered bed. Why didn't I think of this before?
Nolan shuffled beside me, I peered over at him to see he was rubbing the back of his neck as he does when he's nervous.
I walked over to the couch that was pushed against the wall and lifted the cushions. Sure enough, it was a pull-out mattress.
I sighed of relief.
"I can take the couch," I say as I pull out the mattress and grab a pillow from the half dozen that were on the bed.
"You sure?" I hear Nolan ask from behind me. His voice sounding almost anxious.
I turn to look at him, but he's facing away, unzipping his suitcase.
"I don't mind," I started, "if you want, we can switch."
"Yeah, okay..." He replied.
An awkward silence filled the air.
"I'm gonna go take a shower." Nolan grabbed his suitcase and headed for the bathroom in a hurry.
Once I heard the door shut behind him, I sat on the mattress and buried my face in my hands.
Calm down.
~Nolan~
I turned the lever and let the shower run.
I leaned on the counter, facing the mirror as I took in my appearance. I bit my lip.
I was as red as a tomato.
"Damnit..." I muttered under my breath.
Why can't I ever seem to get a grip around him?
When I noticed the steam starting to rise from the shower, I took off my clothes and stepped in.
What did I expect when I agreed to sharing the honeymoon suite with him? That there wouldn't be any tension? That things would stay platonic?
I nearly chuckled - how naive can I be?
I let the hot water run down my face and body, focusing on slowing my thoughts.
Once I was finished, I did my nightly routine of skin care, brushed my teeth, and changed into my pajamas.
When I came out of the room, I was surprised to see Reid sitting at the table, a pencil in hand as he looked over a dozen different pieces of paper. I could tell he was extremely focused by the wrinkle in his brow, and the fact that normally he couldn't sit without bouncing his foot up and down or tapping his fingers against a surface. Now, he was surprisingly still.
I leaned over his shoulder.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"Ah!" Reid jumped, and turned around, looking embarrassed.
"D-Don't sneak up on me like that!" He scrambled, getting all of the pages together.
I didn't see much, but I saw key words like "plot", "theme", and "characters".
So he was a writer, huh?
I chuckled, "sorry, I didn't mean to."
Reid turned around, giving me a little frown.
"It's... personal."
I shook my head.
"Don't worry, I didn't see anything." I gave him a reassuring smile and Reid sighed, rubbing his neck.
"...Does your neck hurt?" I questioned.
"Yeah, being hunched over a desk will do that to you."
At first I completely put the thought away, then I decided that this was the least I could do for him.
I placed my hands on Reid's shoulders and began to massage his neck where he'd previously been rubbing.
At first he tensed at my touch, then I felt him slowly relax.
I held in a sigh of relief - he didn't reject me.
"Holy shit..." Reid mumbled.
I let out a soft laugh.
"I used to give my mom massages when she came back from her shifts, so I know a thing or two."
Reid chuckled.
"Well, look at you. Is there anything you can't do?"
I felt my cheeks grow hot for the hundredth time today.
Keeping myself from blushing around you, apparently.
He groaned as I massaged deep into one of his more tense spots.
"Right there. That feels amazing..."
The sound of Reid's quiet moans and groans sent my mind to a dirty place that I was too embarrassed to admit.
I stopped and stepped away.
"Better?" I asked.
He turned around, his hand resting on his neck.
"Y-Yeah... thanks."
"Anytime," I gave him a wink and his eyes widened. He tends to do that whenever I do something that surprises him.
I smiled and headed over to the bed after grabbing my drawing tablet from my bag.
"I'm gonna sketch for a bit, the shower's all yours."
Reid nodded in affirmation and headed to the bathroom.
~Reid~
After getting into the shower, I raked my hand through my now wet curls.
What was I thinking, making noises like that? I didn't mean to. The guy knows how to give a serious neck rub.
I sighed.
Nolan confused me. I had convinced myself he was straight from before we'd even met. He's so caring, sweet, and gentle - not to mention, he's easy on the eyes too. But there are times when I can't tell if he's just being friendly with me, or if the things he says and does mean something more than that.
It was driving me crazy.
Once I finished, I changed and walked out of the bathroom, still using a towel to dry my hair. I had forgotten my shirt but figured I'd just sleep like this anyway.
I peered over at Nolan, looks like he was fast asleep. A smile formed on my lips. I ended up spending the day with the cute boy that I'd see ride through my neighborhood every weekend. Now we're staying in the honeymoon suite together... what a weird twist of fate.
I decided to keep the lamp on and got onto the futon, tucking myself under the blankets. I found myself tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable on the thin, hard mattress. I grunted out of frustration.
I heard the sheets in the bed start to rustle, and Nolan's fluffy head pop up.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?" I asked.
He gave me a sleepy smile.
"I'm a light sleeper... is the pull-out not comfortable?"
"It's feels like trying to sleep on a slab of wood." I chuckled.
I lifted my head when I heard the bed's mattress creak. Only to see Nolan shuffling towards my bedside.
"Here, switch with me."
"What?"
"I slept on a pull-out for years, I'll be fine."
There it was again, that reassuring smile. He would smile at you, and you'd suddenly be convinced everything in the world around you was okay.
"Are you sure?"
Nolan sighed.
"Yesss, I'm sure," he began to nudge me off of the futon.
"Go on, get your beauty sleep, princess."
I got out and headed towards the bed.
"Someone's cranky when they're tired."
Nolan just chuckled at my remark and pulled the blankets up to his chin.
I slid into the bed, the mattress sinking around me felt amazing...
Except I couldn't help but notice I loved the warmth Nolan left behind in the blankets even more. I found myself nuzzling into them.
"Goodnight, Reid." Nolan murmured.
"Goodnight."