"That it is." She wasn't talking about the lake, her eyes lingering on him for a long moment before she moved to claim her bag and open it up, rummaging for pajamas and a toothbrush.
He didn't realize she was talking about him, gaze lingering on the lake before he finally pulled the curtains closed, doubting the thin material would do much to block the sunrise. Maybe you were supposed to get up early in a place like this, but he'd never been much of an early riser.
"Are you sure about this, Addie?" he asked, frowning over at her as she rummaged in her bag.
"Which part?" she asked, looking up with a handful of fabric in one fist. "Are you having second thoughts? Because I can go and sleep in with Nora if you're not comfortable." Odd, how her first thought was everyone else's comfort over her own. It wasn't a common habit in this world of theirs.
Though he might not realize it, he was doing the same thing in putting her comfort over his. Or at least, that was his intention. "I'm fine if you're fine," he said, just a little defensively.
She paused, her expression gentling. "I'm not expecting anything, Matt," she told him softly. "Not that I would object, but even I know it's too soon for anything like that. I'm tired, and I feel safe with you. So get your ass changed and get into bed, okay?"
He couldn't help smiling at that, even chuckling a little. He was usually the one giving orders, though he was pretty good at taking them, too. He just wasn't used to getting orders from a woman, especially one who he was technically now married to. "Yes, ma'am," he replied with a mock salute before turning away to get himself ready for bed.
She chuckled herself, taking her belongings into the bathroom to quickly change and brush her teeth, emerging just a few minutes later in shorts and a tank, and her hair brushing her back as she ran her fingers through the dark fall. "Bathroom's all yours."
He'd already shrugged off his jacket and loosened the front of his shirt. No, he didn't always wear a suit, but somehow he never felt like he was working unless he was dressed for the part. He'd left his shoes on the floor beside the dresser, the contents of his pockets scattered across the top, the gun still in a holster against his shoulder. He glanced back as she rejoined him, gaze briefly looking her over before forcing his gaze away.
"Thanks," he murmured, as he headed for the bathroom.
Her gun was in her hand, set down for a moment on one of the bedside cabinets as she turned back to fold her clothes neatly on the chair with her bag. By the time he came out of the bathroom, she was already in the bed, the gun out of sight but no doubt where she could get to it with ease as she rested her head down on the pillow.
He was almost relieved to find her already in bed, where he didn't have to look at the soft curves of her body that her tank top and shorts did little to hide. He went over to the other side of the bed to finish getting undressed, the gun and holster the first things to go. He laid the gun aside on the night stand, before unbuttoning his shirt and peeling it off. He leaned over and flicked off the lamp before stepping out of his pants, leaving himself dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. It seemed he wasn't big on pajamas either.
Tempting though it was, Adriana forced herself not to watch him finishing getting undressed, letting out a slow sigh of breath to calm herself as she relaxed into the pillow. Strange house, strange place, husband ... she had a feeling this was going to take some getting used to.
There was no point in making a big deal about it. After all, they were both grown adults, and married adults at that. It was awkward, sure, but it wasn't the end of the world. "You okay?" he asked, as he climbed under the covers beside her, careful to make a note of the invisible line that ran down the middle of the bed.
Her head turned toward him as she felt the bed shift under his weight. "Tired," she admitted. "Little bit restless, too, but I'll stay still. I'll try not to disturb you too much as you sleep."
"You're not going to disturb me, Adriana," he assured her. Once he was asleep, not much bothered him really. He was lucky like that anyway. "You should get some sleep," he said, as he adjusted the blankets over them both and tucked an arm under the pillow as he turned to face her. He didn't seem to mind sharing a bed.
"So should you," she said, her smile just visible in the darkness. This didn't feel as awkward as she had expected it to. She wasn't worried about sharing a bed with him at all. Settling her hands on her stomach, she let herself relax fully into the bed. "Some day, huh?"
"Yeah," he said, feeling suddenly awkward where conversation was concerned. "Addie, I know we're supposed to be married, and I know you said you that marriage isn't a business proposition to you, but I don't expect anything from you that you don't want to do," he told her, needing her to know that he wasn't going to make any demands, especially where bedroom rights were concerned.
Her smile deepened as she looked up to the ceiling. "Let's just ... see how it goes, shall we?" she suggested. "I like you, Matt, and God knows, I'd love to romp a bit with you, but I want to get to know you better before that happens. If that's okay?"
Matt smiled, a little amused at the admission that she wouldn't mind a roll in the hay, so to speak, though he was glad she wanted more than just that. "I'm not gonna lie. I wouldn't mind that either, but I'd like to get to know you, too. Friendship first, right?" he asked, repeating something she'd said a little while ago.
"Sounds like we're on the same page," she agreed, her smile audible in her voice, finally shifting over onto her side to face him, one hand tucked beneath the pillow. "I guess I'll see you in the morning, Mr. Alessi."
"See you in the morning, Miss Cavarello," he said, the smile heard in his voice. "Don't shoot me if I snore," he added, half-teasing.
"Mrs. Alessi," she corrected him softly. He felt her shifting, heard the sound of a kiss, and then her finger gently touched his lips in a rather sweet goodnight kiss. "I'll just kick you out of the bed, don't worry."
"Right," he replied, smirking in the dark at his own faux pas. Married or not, it didn't really feel like it, rushed as it was. Maybe someday, if he was lucky enough to win her heart, he'd give her a proper wedding. He was surprised by the kiss, as unexpected as it was, even if it wasn't a real kiss, but then she had him chuckling again. "I'll consider myself warned."
She laughed softly, nestling into the pillow. "Good night, Matt." Closing her eyes, she let out a gentle sigh, her breathing slowly leveling out until she was obviously, genuinely sleeping.
He stayed awake a little longer, studying her as much as he could in the dark, trying to figure her out. "Good night, Addie," he whispered back. Her breathing had already slowed and he wasn't sure if she heard him, but it hardly mattered. He closed his eyes, knowing he should get some sleep, too.
It wasn't the wedding night most couples dreamed of. But for this couple, brought together in unusual circumstances, it was definitely the best they could have hoped for. Now all they had to do was sort out the family business. Piece of cake, right?