𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐧, 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

12 | shower (s)

Contains mature scenes

Briarr groans, waking up from her slumber. She feels confused for a moment, her eyes opened to see that she was in the guest room.

Her mind feels fuzzy, thoughts racing. Was last night a dream? She sits up and every muscle in her body starts to ache, it definitely wasn't a dream.

She frowns, wondering why he would move her to her own bed. Well, assuming it was him as she definitely didn't do it herself. She pushes the sheets off of her seeing she was wearing an unfamiliar shirt, she smiles.

Briarr stands up, immediately wobbling a little. "Fuck," she mutters, peaking her head out of the door to see someone walking into a room. It was Clay.

She sneakily tip-toes over to his room, peaking her head around the door again, peering in. He was shirtless, wearing sweats and was holding some sheets next to his bed, which was now stripped.

"Hey," she says quietly, making her presence known.

Clay flicks his head around to look at her and he smiles softly "Hi," he replies, before speaking up again "Sorry, I had to move you so that I could clean the sheets."

Everything comes together and starts to make sense, she nods with an 'ah'.

"Can you get the other side of the sheet," he asks, nodding his head towards it.

"Sure," she says, moving to grab the other end of the bed sheet, the two of them tugging it onto the mattress.

"Thanks," he mumbles, putting the duvet and the pillows back on himself.

Clay sighs and flops onto his bed in a starfish position, then he turns to looks at Briarr spreading his arms open for a hug. "You look good in my shirt."

Briarr blushes and grins, moving to his arms. Clay sighs, the two of them staying in silence.

"I think we should talk about last night," he mumbles in her hair.

She looks up at him "Not right now," she whines "I want a shower, I feel gross."

Clay scoffs "I make you feel gross?" He jokes, acting offended.

She slaps his chest and giggles "That's not what I said," she peels herself from his arms "I'm gonna go have a shower now."

Clay smirks "Can I join?"

Briarr scoffs "Are you always clingy?"

He grins and walks off to the bathroom "I'm taking that as a yes." He says.

She rolls her eyes and follows him in, watching as he turns it on. He turns around and pushes the shower door open more, gesturing for her to get in. "Ladies first."

She chews her lip, nervously clenching the shirt she was wearing. He rolls his eyes and walks towards her, gently grabbing her chin "You don't have to be nervous around me, Bri," he tells her softly.

"I know," she blurts "I just- It just- I don't know..."

His mouth twitches up slightly "What happened? You were so mouthy with me before," he teases.

Briarr's jaw clenches, something about what he said made her mad. She thought about it. This was still the same guy that she despised less than a day ago.

"Fine," she starts, pushing him away from her lightly. She lifts the shirt over her head without hesitation and throws it in his face, strutting past him into the shower "Why don't I get mouthy again then, hm?"

Clay's tongues darts across his lip and then bites it, he pulls off his sweats quickly, his dick revealing itself to her.

She gasps as he walks into the shower. "No underwear, Clay? Naughty," she smirks.