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Alex cried until she fell asleep, wrapped in Nick’s arms. This time her sleep was dreamless, and she slept peacefully. Nick waited until he was almost sure there was no way Alex would wake up if he moved. Ever so carefully, Nick moved Alex away from him. After waiting a second, Nick Sat up and stood. Slowly, Nick backed up.
Alex rolled over, patting the bed in search of him. Still asleep, she patted the side of the bed until she reached the edge. Noticing this, Nick waited and just before she started looking for him again, he slipped back in the bed.
Alex reached for him and sighed when she found him this time. Soon after Nick returned to the bed, he too fell asleep. Nick woke up five minutes before the alarm was supposed to go off. Alex was curled up on the other side of the bed, sound asleep. Nick turned the alarm off, and picked up the phone.
“Yes, I need a set of street clothes sent up to my room,” Nick said. “Yes, for a girl. Yes.” Nick gave the girl who’d answered the phone the sizes and told her to bill it to his room then have it sent up. He looked at Alex. She looked so happy and peaceful when she was asleep. She’d been through a lot in the last day. He was surprised she’d seemed to recover so quickly. He’d heard that rape victims took months sometimes years to heal. But, then she wasn’t raped. And it was because of him.
Nick walked out of the bathroom 20 minutes later, his hair still wet from his shower to find Alex still asleep. He went to the closet and chose a pair of black jeans, a tight white t-shirt, and then put his shoes on.
“Alex, wake up,” he called. She groaned in response.
“It’s too early!” she grumbled.
“Too bad,” he said walking over to the bed and pulling the covers back. The sight of her wearing his clothes reminded him what he’d been thinking earlier. He definitely wanted her to stick around. For longer than until they got to Minnesota. He’d never really felt this way before about anyone. And he hadn’t known Alex very long. He liked her. A lot more than he’d like to admit.
“I don’t see why I have to get up.”
“Because we have an hour before we have to be at the doctors office, and you need to shower, get dressed, and eat breakfast before then.”
“Are you trying to tell me that I smell?” Alex asked, opening one to look at him.
“No. I just think you should shower so you actually wake up.” Alex in response grabbed her pillow and pulled it over her head, in hopes of going back to sleep.
“Oh no you don’t!” Nick said, throwing the pillow across the room, picking Alex up and carrying he to the bathroom. “I had the girl in the store downstairs pick you out some clothes. When they get here, I’ll open the door a crack, put them on the doorknob and then you can get dressed. ‘Okay?
“I guess. It’s not like I have much of a choice,” she grumbled sleepily.
Alex showered and when she got out, she saw the clothes hanging on a hanger from the doorknob. There was a short black skirt, a pair of black strappy sandals hanging in a bag, and a red t-shirt that read Hottie in silver lettering across it.
After dressing and brushing her hair out, Alex opened the door and walked out into the room.
“Wow.” Was the response she got.
“Thanks,” Alex said with a smile.
“So what do you want for breakfast?”
“What do you usually have?”
“Well on Wednesday’s I have a bagel.”
“A bagel sounds good,” Alex said with a smile.
“Great. When I was walking, I saw a Big Apple Bagel down the street. We’ll stop on the way.”
“Okay,” Alex said.
“So,” Nick said as they entered the elevator, “do you wanna tell me what you dreamt about? Besides my dying I mean.”
Well, I said I loved you, Alex thought to herself. “Nothing.”