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Quietly closing the door to the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body, Ellie Sattler looked around the small hotel room for something to wear.
After Zurich Alan and she had arrived in New York yesterday, and although they had bought a few clothes after their meeting with her contact at the Times, it wasn’t as if they had a full closet to choose from.
This would change for her once they made it back to her house later in the day, and for Alan, well, she would make sure he was lacking nothing while they figured out their life together. She released a soft breath. It was still hard to believe that he wasn’t only here but that he meant to stay.
Throwing a quick look at the man still deeply asleep on the bed, the feeling of butterflies in her stomach came back full force. That he still could do that to her after all this time was nothing short of amazing.
As if knowing she was watching him, he turned onto his back and began snoring. Ellie bit back a giggle.
Finding the bag of clothes they had thrown onto the one lone armchair yesterday, she got out a pair of panties and grabbed a top. It would do for now.
It wasn’t as if she could or would do much while Alan was still asleep. He deserved his rest after the last few days with no,or in case of last night, only a little sleep. Ellie would still be in bed, too, had it not been for a mild nightmare making her wake up with a racing heart.
As it thankfully hadn’t woken Alan, she’d decided on a shower, and by the time she was done she felt calmer again.
Taking a look at the clock it was only half-past five which would make it almost noon in Europe. She’d always dealt badly with jetlag. She decided to let Alan sleep and fetched her new cell phone from the nightstand.There were several texts waiting for her to answer them.
Making her way over to the armchair again, she put the shopping bag onto the ground and saw that Alan’s shirt had been underneath it.
Lifting it she was about to put it with the shopping bag, but then she reconsidered. It felt good and holding it up, she found it smelled even nicer. She’d always loved to wear his shirts. It had all started with a ridiculous shirt in pink that Alan should’ve never bought but which suited her very well and it wasn’t as if he had complained ever.
His shirts were comfortable, and the thought that she was free to snatch them from under his nose again made her throat feel tight all off sudden. There were so many things big and small she had missed about him and this was one of the most visceral ones.
Smiling, she quickly put the shirt on and was about to sit down, when Alan spoke quietly.
“They always looked better on you than they did on me.”
She wished she could see him better in the near dark but his voice told her everything she needed to know. He had missed these little signs of intimacy, too.
“Well, you won’t be getting this one back for sure.”
He chuckled. “I know. That’s why I bought some extra shirts yesterday.”
She had wondered why he needed that many indeed.
“But how about you come back to bed so I can get this off you?”
Thinking it was a good suggestion, if she had ever heard one, she walked back to the bed, squealing in surprise when he reached for her and pulled her on top of him.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his hands finding their way underneath the shirt, and she leaned in so she could brush his lips with hers.
Yes, there were so many little things she had missed, and she’d delight in rediscovering them all over again.