I rummage through my pajamas, if that's what we're calling them, and select the least appealing item in my suitcase, but who am I kidding? I'm not going to sleep in that. It turns out that this is the same man who has been my roommate for the past two months. A short nightgown made of satin in black will not be read by him as anything other than an invitation to engage in s****l activity.
Before going into his bedroom, I pause for a moment in the hallway leading to the bathroom. "Are you absolutely certain that it won't be a problem if we share a bed at your house with your family? It just doesn't sit well with me."
He has taken off his shirt and is currently dozing off in bed with his hands folded behind his head. As I take in his appearance, I can't help but let out a sigh of contentme
