It became clear pretty quickly that he'd be showering alone. Foreman had no doubt that if Amber wanted to join him, she'd have been climbing inside the shower within a minute of him, probably with that suggestive, playful smile on her face as she did. Foreman didn't mind that she stayed away. He'd suggested the shower and she'd tried to keep him in bed; obviously it wasn't her first priority. He washed quickly, taking a few seconds longer to rinse just to feel the hot water pouring over him. Once he was finished, he dried off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist, heading back to the bedroom already curious about what he'd find.

Foreman nearly laughed out loud when he pushed the door open. He stifled a chuckle, looking down at the bed. Amber was still lying across the sheets, the blankets not even drawn up, naked and supple, one leg bent at the knee so that he had the most amazing view of her ass, and she was fast asleep. Or at least, her eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Seems he'd worn her out anyway, no matter what she'd promised. Foreman dropped his towel and reached for the bedcovers, pulling them up over her. This might be a hint after all, or at least an opportunity, for him to leave. But he wasn't interested in going without getting her phone number, and he didn't want her to think he'd abandoned her by sneaking out when she was asleep. Amber was far too forthright to ever take that well.

Foreman was tired himself. It had already been late when he and Amber had gone out, and he'd had a full day of unsuccessful job interviews. Getting dressed in damp clothes and heading out into the rain, driving on slippery streets, and going home to an empty bed wasn't half as appealing as staying here. Foreman climbed into bed next to Amber, pressed his chest to her back, and let his eyes close.