Roxy woke to moaning. Blinking her eyes to the bright light streaming into her cabin through the large window, she felt the first pound of her head, reminding her of last night. She threw an arm over her eyes, and heard another moan. She turned her head to the right, and there he was, gorgeous as ever, sleeping. He moaned again and rolled. That, to Roxy, said that he was dreaming of somthing going not so nicely. She debated whether to wake him up or not. As she thought very slowly, she watched him. His hair lighter in the sun filling the room, tousled from the five or so hours before. He was on his stomach now, left arm thrown off the bed, right arm curved above his head, face half covered with the pillow. His entire back was showing, smooth peachy skin, the blankets tangled around his hips, and his feet were off of the bed. Roxy couldn't help but smile, and drool a little. He had stopped for a moment, so she'd let him be. Her stomach growled, so she looked at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand next to her. It was already ten thirty! She threw her corner of the comforter off and stood up. The room spun so quickly she sat back down again. Holding her head in her hands, she breathed deeply, willing her head to stop throbbing. Unsuccessful, she stood slowly, then made her way into the bathroom for a shower, hoping to help sober her up. When she was done, she stepped out into the room with a towel wrapped around her, and her hair towel dried, to check on Taylor. He was still asleep, but completely spread out in the middle of the bed, snoring lightly. She smiled and shook her head, and returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready. She supposed he didn't get a lot of time to sleep these days. As she was finishing her makeup, she heard a cell phone ring, and it wasn't hers. She went in search of it, and found it in one of Taylor's jeans pockets. She pulled it out to see who was calling. It was Zac. She wished Zac would call her cell. She thought about answering, and talking to him, but she thought that would just cause more trouble for Taylor, so she put it back where she'd found it, and let Zac talk to Taylor's voicemail. Feeling slightly bad, she went to the phone to order room service before finishing her makeup.
Half an hour later, there was a light knock on the door. Opening it, she looked over her shoulder at Taylor. At least he was covered well enough, so she let the guy bring the cart through the door. When he was gone, she lifted one of the silver domes and took a deep breath in of the rising steam from the ham and cheese omlete with a side of bacon and a couple pancakes drenched in syrup and butter. She replaced the lid and lifted the second for inspection. She didn't know what to order Taylor, so she ordered fresh strawberry crepes and a blueberry muffin. Whichever one he wanted, he could have, she loved both. As she was pouring her orange juice, she heard Taylor roll over. She looked at hime, then smiled warmly when he was watching her.
"Good morning," she said cheerfully.
"Morning," with his voive raspy and thick with sleep. "I thought I heard some noise."
"Room service for breakfast." That got her a grin from him. He started to sit up, then winced and held his head. "Along with some Tylenol. That was my first course. And then a shower." She crossed the room and sat on the bed next to him, covering his eyes with his arm, laying on his back.
"Shower." Was all he said, like it was the best idea in the world. He sat up again, slowly.
"I'll get you that Tylenol." She stood up, then looked back at him. "You probably don't want to hear this right now, but you look so damn good." With a smile, she went into the bathroom to get the pain killer, with him stairing at her. She got the towel and draped it over the curtain rod, and turned on the water. He was still sitting where she'd left him, the sheet still wrapped around his hips. "Orange juice, water or milk?" she asked him from the cart.
"OJ is great thanks." She brought the glass she already had poured and brought it to him along with the pills. Handing them to him, she turned back to the cart and poured another glass of orange juice. Sitting down on the bed, she made herself comfortable, then turned on the tv. After a minute, with the shower still going, she looked over at Taylor, who was still watching her.
"What?"
"Why aren't you eating?"
"I'm waiting for you." She said with a simple smile. When he didn't say anything else, she looked back at the tv and began looking for something interesting.
"Why isn't this all awkward?" He asked slowly.
"I don't know, but I'm glad its not." He nodded in agreement. He watched the tv for a minute, then closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he untangled the sheet and stood up. She pretended not to notice that he still wasn't wearing clothes. He crossed in front of her, him watching her for a reaction wearilly, but she didn't even blink, acting like she'd seen him walk around naked a million times. Rolling his shoulders, he disappeared into the bathroom. Since she didn't seem weird about it, he left the bathroom door open like he would at home. Home. He smacked himself in the forehead. Natalie. What was she doing right now? Was she still upset? Should he find her or give her room to cool off? These were the things he thought about as he got into the shower.
Roxy couldn't believe her luck. She'd slept with Taylor twice now, and now he'd walked in front of her, during the day, naked, and showering in her cabin with the bathroom door open. She screamed silently. It was hard to play it so cool, like she was thankful for being able to be pulling off. Her stomach growled at the food next to her on the cart as she waited for him to be done. Then she thought about the table by the door. Should she set it up nice, or should they eat in front of the tv? She wanted to know what his plans for the day were, if he was going to go work it out with Natalie or if he was just going to call Zac back to get together. She thought that the table would be the best way to find these things out. He had to be thtinking about the same things right now, with the Tylenol kicking in. She turned off the tv and began to set the table.

Chapter Four