Johnny smiled, glad to hear that Mary didn't find his idea absurd or silly or any other negative thing. He knew he'd have to get used to her agreeing to things like this, and not be so nervous about asking. He eventually would, he was sure. He just needed to settle into the idea that they were a thing now.
"Good."
He took her hand and drew her toward the bed. It wasn't anything spectacular. A hotel style bed with hotel style sheets. Probably the last one he'd stayed in, he thought. They all tended to look the same, blending into one another in his head, so he couldn't say for sure. It was kind of funny, really. That he'd end up with that. And he was glad for it, deep down. He didn't know what he would have done if his bed from home - the bed he'd shared with Katie - had turned up. Consciously, though, he wasn't thinking about that.
There was only Mary.
The sheets were pulled back, and he kicked off his boots as he crawled in and settled himself on the side closest to the wall. He pressed his back against it, and waited for Mary to join him.