Chapter 6Brenna rummaged around her suitcase before coming up with her favourite pyjamas, a red tank top with a chinese symbol and the word "dream" printed in black and a pair of white pyjama pants with the symbol and "dream" printed in red and black. She stepped out of her dress and laid it on the bed, before pulling on her pyjamas. Brenna picked up her dress from the bed and walked over to the closet to hang it up. She shut the closet door and running her hand through her hair, walked to the bathroom to put up her hair and brush her teeth. A few minutes later she stepped out in time to hear a quiet knock on the door. She walked over to the door and opened it to find Howie, a backpack slung over his shoulder.
"Hi." She said softly, opening the door all the way to let him in.
"Hey." He spoke quietly, setting his backpack on the floor, closing the door behind him. Wordlessly, he took her hand and gently pulled her into his embrace. She sighed softly, feeling his arms wrap around her gently.
Howie closed his eyes, breathing in the lingering scent of her perfume, lost in the feelings she was invoking in him. Long minutes passed before they pulled apart, Brenna stifling a yawn.
"Whoa. I'm so tired. I got up way too early this morning." She said, covering her mouth with her hand as she yawned again.
"So am I." Howie admitted. "Plus AJ wants to meet us for breakfast at 10:30 tomorrow morning, if that's okay with you."
"That's fine."
"Uh... I sleep in my boxers, is that okay with you?" He asked, uncertain.
Brenna nodded. "It's fine." She said, walking over to the bed and sitting down, her cheeks slightly pink.
Howie retrieved his backpack from the floor and headed for the bathroom to change. While Howie was in the bathroom, Brenna got up, walking over and turning off the overhead light and flipping on the light on the night table. A few minutes later Howie stepped out of the bathroom clad in only his black silk boxers. Brenna glanced up from the magazine she was now flipping through, flushed a deep pink and looked away.
Howie flipped off the bathroom light and walked over to the bed where Brenna sat, his bare feet making little sound as he crossed the room.
"Hey." He said softly, sitting down next to her. "What are you reading?"
Brenna jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. "Nothing interesting." She replied nervously.
"Brenna." His voice was soft as he spoke. "Nothing's going to happen that you don't want to happen." He said, taking her hand in his. She turned towards him, her eyes searching his.
"I know." She whispered. "But this is all new to me. I've never had the chance to feel anything like this before and it's... unnerving, I guess you could say."
"I understand. But it's just me." Howie said, tucking a lock of her long, silky hair behind her ear. "You don't have to worry that something's going to happen, because it's not going to. I promise you." His hand caressed her cheek gently and she leaned into his touch, still nervous, but knowing that he was telling the truth. Slowly, knowing they had all the time in the world, Howie leaned in, gently brushing his lips against hers in a feather soft kiss.
"I know." She breathed. "I know." She reached up and brushed a single stray ringlet out of his eyes, before pressing her lips to his softly, sliding her hands around his neck to pull him closer. His arms wrapped around her, gently lowering them back onto the bed, pulling her body fully against his, momentarily breaking the searing kiss. Brenna nearly gasped at the sensation of his hard body pressed against her and his strong arms cradling her body. Then once again, his lips were warm and soft against hers, sending all thoughts but those of Howie out of her mind.
When they finally parted, neither had any idea how long they'd spent in each other's arms. "I guess we should go to sleep, now. It's already 2:30 in the morning." Brenna whispered when she could speak again, her disappointment evident.
"Yeah, we should." Howie agreed. Nodding, Brenna reached over and clicked off the lamp on the night table.
"Good Night, Howie." Brenna whispered, cuddling up to him and resting her head on his chest.
"Good Night, Brenna." He replied, kissing her forehead softly.
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