Gone Girl 3

Chapter 12

Yesterday was boring, except for Derek's continual teasing because of that dream. Luckily, I haven't had another dream since then.

My wrist still hurt, I had to type a whole 3000 words essay in just a few hours and I'm sure I did a horrible job. I sent it to my professor very late at night, I hope he didn't mind. The deadline is today, on Monday at 10 am.

I get up quickly. Derek woke up way earlier and went to work in the kitchen. I have no idea what remote job he found or how he even got that job. I know he is pretty convincing but he still has a criminal record.

I look at the side of his bed, he tidied it up. I love how clean his house is. We feel like a married couple... and I am getting used to that.

Nicole came yesterday with all my stuff and now I finally have fresh clothes. I search for some cute clothes for college and I go to the bathroom.

Derek is already in the bathroom, shirtless, and in his boxers.

I gasp. "I'm sorry!"

He just laughs as I close the door.

"Come on, you already saw that in your dreams," he teases me again.

Of course, I should have expected this. He will tease me about that until he finds something else to get amused over.

"You can come inside," he yells through the door.

"Are you decent?" I ask as I hesitate to open the door.

And there he is. Clothed. His hair is washed and he is drying it with a towel.

I point to the blow drier on the cabinet and he shrugs. Nicole brought so many of my things it truly seems like I'm going to stay here for more than a week.

He smells so fresh.

"You know I can't stay here forever, right?" I ask as he puts the towel on the back of his head. He looks sexy with wet, messy hair.

I put my clothes on the rack and I pick up a towel. I have to take a quick shower and get ready before 8 am. Derek will give me a ride me to class... but I know he might be getting tired of me soon. I'm not his responsibility, I shouldn't be.

"You are going to stay here until you are feeling better," he says softly and I nod.

I can convince him that I feel better, somehow. I'm good at pretending.

But he is good at reading me.

"Can I shower now?" I ask as he is still near the shower.

"Sure. Go in, I will just brush my teeth."

I widen my eyes. Getting naked in front of him? No. No. No.

"I'm kidding," he laughs as he leaves me alone.

God, why didn't he lock the door in the first place? Didn't he think I could enter right when he was naked?

I don't lock the door either.

I take off my clothes and I step into the shower. I usually hate showering when the shower is damp and warm from someone else, but it smells like him so much. I see his 2 in 1 shampoo 2 and I smile a little. It always amazes me when men use that same bottle for everything.

I pick it up and I smell the bottle. Somehow it smells even better on him.

"God, I'm a creep." I begin washing my arms with my flowery body wash.

Once I'm fully clothed, I go to the kitchen.

Derek is also dressed. It's pretty casual but it fits him.