His room was so tidy. My room was a fire hazard.
He handed me a t-shirt and shorts, then left the room so that I could change. I reached for the zipper on my dress, but it was harder to pull down than it was to zip up. I had very few options to get it undone, and they were all embarrassing.
I opened the door and peeked out.
"I'm sorry, but could you help me with something?" I asked.
He stood from the sofa and crossed the room quickly.
"I can't get my zipper undone," I blushed. "If you could just get it started, that would be awesome."
He nodded and I turned around. He pushed my hair to the side and gently tugged the zipper down. I don't know why, but I got nervous and my heart started racing.
"How's that?" He asked, his voice catching in his throat.
I reached back to see if I could pull it the rest of the way.
"Perfect, thank you," I said and hurried back into the room.
I changed as quickly as possible, laying my dress neatly on the bed, then went back into the living room.
"Thank you," I said and sat on the sofa next to him.
"No problem," he smiled. "Would you like to watch a movie? Sometimes, when I can't sleep, it helps to distract my mind a little bit."
"That sounds nice," I agreed.
He turned on a really cheesy movie from the eighties. It had Chevy Chase and Demi Moore. Made zero sense. But, it was funny and required very little of my attention.
I found myself relaxing and leaning against him. And then his arm went around my shoulder. It was so warm and so comfortable. And then I sort of just drifted.
It was the best sleep I'd gotten in my life.