Page 71 of Broken Prince
“Yes, and this hotel is packed already. Also, anytime I can avoid my crazy baby mama, the better,” Logan drawls.
Yeah, I can’t argue with him on that one.
We end up finding a steakhouse about a fifteen-minute walk away, and I have one of the best steak dinners of my life.
“That was so good,” I groan as we walk back to the hotel. The sun is starting to set, and even though it’s only seven at night, I’m ready for bed.
“It was. I think I ate too much,” Elijah grumbles.
“I’m still hungry. You think McDonald would deliver?” Logan asks.
I turn a gaping face towards him. “Dude, you just had two steaks the size of your head, a plate of mashed potatoes, and fries .”
“And your point?” he asks, cocking a brow. “You think that's enough? Babe, I’m a football player. I could eat the whole damn cow and still be hungry.”
I try to ignore the fact that his calling me babe sends a tingle down my spine.
“It’s true. It’s a good thing Dad has money, or he would be broke just feeding the three of us.” Elijah chuckles.
“Ugh, just thinking of more food makes me feel sick.”
We get back to the hotel room, and Logan puts Benny down for the night.
“So, wanna watch a movie?” Elijah asks once Benny is asleep. One of the things I love about that boy is he sleeps like a rock, straight through the night, for the most part.
“Sure.” Anything to fill the time. “I’m just going to get ready for bed.”
Grabbing my bag, I head into the bathroom and rummage through it. “Shit,” I mutter to myself. This can’t be the only thing I’ve brought with me to wear.
I keep digging, but there’s nothing else. “Fuck!” I swear I put something to sleep in here. Did I forget it on my bed?
Sighing, I look at myself in the mirror. I guess I’ll be sleeping in jeans tonight.
Brushing my teeth and using the bathroom, I head back out.
“I thought you said you were going to change?” Logan asks when he sees me.
“I was. Then I realized I didn’t bring any sleepwear. I’ve slept in my clothes before, it’s no big deal.”
“That can’t be comfortable,” Elijah argues. “Here.” He gets up, goes over to his bag, and grabs a t-shirt, along with a pair of boxers from his bag. “Would this work?” He has this adorable blush on his cheek. The man who told me he wanted me to step on his chest and demand he kiss my feet is blushing over me, wearing his shirt and boxers. He’s a conundrum, that one.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my hand grabbing the clothes in his hand.
“Yeah. You shouldn’t have to sleep in your jeans. It’s fine.”
“Thanks.” I take them from him and turn to find Logan frowning, eyes glued to the clothes. Is he jealous of this, too?
Not wanting to get in the middle of that, I turn going back into the bathroom to get changed.
“Shit,” I whisper, looking at myself in the mirror. Elijah’s shirt ends right above my knees. It looks sexy.
That boy did not think this through.
“Alright, let’s watch a movie,” I announce when I walk back into the room.
Both guys look over at me. Logan curses under his breath, hands tightening around the bag he is holding. Elijah is sitting on the bed, his eyes slowly traveling over my body. His attention has me growing warm.
“Ah, yeah, movie,” Elijah parrots mindlessly as his eyes lock on the hem of the shirt.