Waking Up to You

Last Night

Steven woke up to the sound of the shower turning on. He could hear the old pipes struggle as the water came through and a "Shit!" that came after. His shower was a little faulty, the hot water always came first and for whatever reason you would have to wait a few moments for the cold water.

Steven didn't even make the connection at first, he was too busy feeling like shit more than anything. But then he heard another sound coming from the bathroom and that made him nervous. Someone was in his shower. Someone was in his bathroom. Someone was here now! He felt himself begin to panic, as he realised that there was a person in his apartment.

Steven quickly unbuckled his restraint, throwing it on the ground as he got up. His foot pressed down into the sand, his toes curling against the grains. It always grounded him in the morning, especially when he felt as rough as he did today. But right now that wasn't his concern.

As quietly as possible, Steven tiptoed to the bathroom, making note of the footprints in the sand on the other side of his bed. The bathroom door was closed save for an inch, steam already emitting from the tiny crack. Maybe his shower just magically turned on and he would find no one in there. God, that was what he was hoping.

Finally finding the courage he needed, he stepped into the bathroom. He immediately froze, eyes widening at the sight. He wasn't sure who you were or what you were doing there, but you were stunning.

"Oh, hi, Steven," you greeted, already rinsing the shampoo out of your hair. You normally took about twenty minutes to have a shower, but you made sure to be quick this morning—you really wanted to see Steven again before work which was in an hour.

You paused your actions, watching him with interest. You smiled, noticing that even after all you and him did last night, he couldn't even look at your naked body. Steven avoided any eye contact, his face tilting to the wall on the left.

"Uh, h-hi?" he said, but it sounded more like a question than anything.

Again, you couldn't keep a smile off your face. He was just too darn cute. "You don't remember me, do you?" you asked him, leaning down to pump a few squirts of body wash onto your hand. You began lathering your body up as you waited for his answer. You meant it as a joke, but his silence made your smile drop.

Steven made an effort to think back to last night, but all he could remember was working inventory late, getting a takeaway and then going home to an empty apartment, save for Gus. He couldn't even guess what your name was, let alone who you were and what you were doing here. "I... I am so sorry."

God, your heart just absolutely clenched at his anguish. He sounded so distraught and apologetic, but you were the one who should feel bad. Obviously he had way too much to drink last night, hell, he was talking in a different accent than from last night. He even warned you after your third orgasm that he probably would wake up with no recollection of who you were and that despite that you should stay the night. It was definitely a sign to run and get out of there, but you were just too worn out to even care.

You didn't answer him, instead you focused on rinsing the suds off of your body. You felt a bit bad about it, leaving him standing there unsure what to do in his own apartment. He was certainly a different man last night, more confident in himself and his abilities—this man was an anxious mess on two legs.

You wanted to give Steven the benefit of the doubt, that the only reason why he was a stuttering mess was just because he felt awkward having you still in his apartment. There was just something that told you that he was the complete opposite of the person last night compared to this morning. Maybe it was the way his eyes would bounce against the walls, always avoiding your body or your gaze. Maybe it was the way he stood, how his body seemed to cave into itself as if he were trying to make himself smaller. Or maybe it was the way that he just stood at the doorway, unsure in what to do.