[i]He really was going to keep wearing that until I told him to take it off,[/i] I marvelled. Why did that make me feel so... flattered? 

He handed me my things and I accepted them mutely. He placed the blindfold on top and looked up, surprised, not entirely sure why he was giving it to me. I could see amusement in his eyes and he was grinning slyly. I felt like was starting to melt from the inside. I was hot and bothered--in more way than one. I looked at my things, like I was inspecting them to make sure nothing was missing.

"If there's anything else I could help you with, I would gladly be of service," he offered, still grinning. The suggestion was rather obvious. I felt so warm I would have thought the shower was still running and the steam was rolling right into my room. I bit my lip.

[i]He's definitely doing it on purpose,[/i] I decided, a bit annoyed to realize I was being toyed with. He was teasing me. Wasn't I supposed to be the one calling the shots? 

"Thank you, Wolfe..." I heard my voice shake a little. To give myself a moment to regain my composure I gently placed my things on the floor to the side of the door. 

When I straightened, the next words came out steady. "But I wouldn't want to impose," I said with a polite tone you might use to tell your host you didn't want them to get up to get you another drink. "I'm sure you're tired."

And then I added "I'm sure I can manage on my own..." while giving him my own sly grin.

[i]Why did you do that, Aayla? Stop playing with him. He's much better at this than you,[/i] I scolded myself. Though I didn't feel annoyed anymore.

"Goodnight," I added cheerfully, finally able to meet him eyes properly. And if I kept my eyes on his face I wouldn't have to think too hard about how little he was wearing, or how hard it was going to be to banish the thought of him from my mind when I tried to sleep.