I also could have messed with the thermostat in the room but… nope.

In hindsight, what I should have done was turn down the air even more so I could give him a reason to cuddle. I didn't do that either though.

What I did was scoot closer to him. So close he reached out to palm my knee. I stared at his hand and kept my mouth closed despite knowing how stupid it was.

Sacha flipped through channels with one hand at the same time the other one patted my kneecap while I ate the sweet vanilla cookies he'd brought. I was more focused on his long fingers rubbing my legging-covered legs than the movie he'd put on.

"Do you have any Chapstick?" he asked me a second later.

I moved my head in the direction of my backpack, which was sitting on the floor right next to him. "Top pocket," I answered in as lady-like a way as I could without spitting crumbs all over the place.

He nodded, reaching over the edge of the bed to grab my backpack and planted it on his lap to search through it. The top pocket was unzipped and he reached in, looked at whatever he was holding and made a face. "What's this?" he asked, holding something out.

I coughed all over him. Literally. Crumbs went all over his shirt and sweats but I couldn’t find it in me to give a single shit when I recognized what he held.

My little bullet, which looked like a lip balm tube made of metal, was sitting in his palm. I'd bought it while we were still in Darwin the day after we left Perth, on an outing with Carter when we had nothing to do at the venue for hours. I'd ditched him at the music store while I ran to the shop next door and bought my new friend.

"I'm sorry!" I gasped, trying to wipe at his chest. There were tiny pieces of cookie all over his heather-gray shirt. I snatched the small vibrator out of his hand, slipped it under my thigh and then started brushing his clothes off.

He laughed and shrugged, picking pieces off too, popping the larger ones into his mouth. "Was that what I think it is?" he asked in a low, amused voice.

"Lipstick? Yes," I lied, keeping my eyes on his T-shirt while I finished picking off the remaining pieces.

Sacha nudged my knee. "Liar."

"You're a liar," I muttered.

"I am?" he asked me in that same voice he'd used with his last question.

I slowly dragged my eyes up to his gray irises.

"Yeah." My skin got itchy all of a sudden. "Your passport says that you're a male but you're really a female."

"Gaby," he groaned, trying to disguise his laugh. "You're giving my manhood a complex."

Thank the lord I didn't have any more cookies in my mouth at his use of the word manhood.

Looking up at him, I saw that his eyes were trained on the leg that I'd shoved the bullet under. Then he looked at me and I swear his lids looked heavy.

Three hours later, when I started swaying with sleep, he pulled back my bed sheets. "I'm leaving. Lock the door after me before you fall asleep," he whispered, and then he kissed me on the tip of my nose.

Yeah, I suddenly wasn’t so sleepy after that.

* * *

"What's the password?"

"Gaby's birthday should be a national holiday."

I grinned like an idiot, and fortunately, I was in my room alone so he couldn't see my facial expression. It had to be bordering on ugly from how hard my cheeks strained in such a short amount of time. "Andddd?" I asked, in what had become our game.

He laughed from the other side of the door. "I bought you a book."

My grin widened exponentially while I unlocked the door to let him in. He'd barely made it in before he was kicking the door closed and putting a hand on each of my cheeks. I hadn't seen him all day.