Married At Nineteen

Chapter Forty-three

Warning: Sexual content present. Read at own risk.

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There was nothing as soothing as having nice music playing in the background while taking a nice hot shower in a cold weather. The feeling was priceless.

Unlike other days, I would bath before Chris but today I took that position. Not like I regretted it of course.

When I stepped out of the shower, I dried myself up before wrapping myself with a towel. Certain that no one was in the room at that moment, I sauntered into it. Chris had gone out, not like he would burst in here any moment.

This is the life. 

Being free to work around your room with just a towel without having to go warily in a bathing robe. Not like that was not okay to me anyway.

I sat on the dressing chair after switching off the TV, squeezing out lotion onto my palm and spreading it over my legs. Uncomfortable, I stood up and moved towards the door in strides. Placing my hand on the door handle to hold the door while moving my index and thumb towards the lock, my hand slipped off the handle causing me to jump back as the door flung open.

My eyes grew so wide as it met the pair in front of me. I developed a breathing pattern similar to a scared squirrel, my chest heaving up and down in quick motions.

His brown orbs left my eyes, fumbling down my entirety. Instantly I felt self-conscious without a slight confidence left in my bones. I felt the hem of the towel scraping against my thighs as if reminding me of how short the towel is. No way.

Without thinking, I held the door by the handle and edge, pushing it forcibly forward. Unfortunately, the man in front of me held it before I was even close to shutting it.

"Eddy don't be crazy, what are you doing?" He asked, still fighting with me to keep the door open.

"Nothing. Don't push," I answered, earning a snort from him.

Dawning on me that this wasn't going to work, I quickly pulled myself back to avoid the door slamming into me. Not waiting for him to fully decipher what just happened, I trotted fast across the large room to the bathroom.

Before I was able to shut the door, he wedged his foot between the door and wall, preventing it from shutting. When he did that, my heart had exploded in my chest and sweat had formed in my cleavage as I felt it slip down my stomach.

Why is he doing this?

"As you can see, I'm trying to get dressed." I said, my voice weak and defeated.

"And I want to use the bathroom.. What a coincidence right?" I could sense him smirking from here.

Did he seriously think this was funny?

I leaned my head against the door, my breathing heavy. The door pushed forward before I found Chris' foot slipping out, pulling the door to a close.

My eyebrows drew close at the movement, wondering what his next move was. I opened the door much to my surprise, finding him a few feet away from the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked but then I regretted having opened the door because he sauntered into the room, closing it behind him.

I retracted my steps as he moved towards me, my entire world in a terrible tremble. It worsened when my back bumped against the sink counter.

He stopped a few feet from me, his eyes narrowed at me. "Why are you so afraid of me?"

I gulped, taking my eyes to the ceiling. I never realized how smooth it was with bright ceiling lights trapped inside it until today. Was it always this beautiful?