Almost immediately upon her grateful entrance the bathroom (and after turning on the water – full blast, as hot as it would go) Vivianne\'s phone rang; a grating pop song that heralded Chance\'s name. She spoke with him in a hushed tone for about two minutes as she disrobed, and the room filled with steam. If anybody had cared to listen, the conversation was limited mostly to \'I\'m fine\'s, \'I\'ll be fine\'s, \'I\'ll tell you tomorrow\'s, and one \'Yes, Chance, I have clean underwear\' (which she\'d obtained from the vampire\'s bewildering collection. There were a couple pairs in the mix that she couldn\'t even fathom the actual intent of; she\'d been tempted to ask Tom how they were supposed to go, but decided that might lead him to believe she wanted to wear them, and it was rude to lie to one\'s host like that.
She was at least relieved to find out that – judging solely by the underwear – she wasn\'t the type of girl he usually brought home, and selected something tasteful, but frilly. Conscious of the fact that he was still watching her, she blushed like a schoolgirl the whole time.)
The whole conversation barely made a dent in her long shower, though, so she doubted she\'d be missed by those two minutes, and considered the matter closed, on the band\'s side.
She got out of the shower only after she actually nodded off, leaning forward, hands braced against the wall as the water pounded against her spine.
Shaking her head, she straightened, shut off the water, dried off (as best she could – her hair was hopeless) and dressed in the oversized black T-shirt she\'d picked out – along with the tight leather capris she\'d worn under her skirt (she\'d learned early on that when road met silk skirt, road won 100% of the time – leather had a little bit more success). She folded her clothes and set them on the bathroom counter, next to er similarly folded towel, flung her wet skirts over the shower rail to dry, and stepped out of the bathroom.
She zeroed in on the empty spot in the bed; it called to her, it filled her mind – but she still had the presence of mind to glance upward from her goal to return his smile–
And stop midstride when she saw what he was wearing. Or not wearing. He\'d said snuggle. Had he meant...snuggle?
She\'d always assumed she\'d find naked men intimidating, and now she realized that she did. But he wasn\'t entirely naked, and this was his house and – he\'d asked her a question, "Huh?" she said, startled, "Yes, much," Thankful for the distraction, she relaxed from her awkward halt and smoothed her still damp hair, smiling hesitantly, "And, uh, thanks for the food and – and everything. I really appreciate it."