Protector (ongoing)

Chapter 10 - The Shower

PAST - 5 YEARS AGO 

JACOB'S POV

"OHHH I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODYYYY! I WANNA FEEL THE HEATTT WITH SOME-BOD-AYYYY! YE-AH! I WANNA DANCE WITH SOMEBODY, WITH SOMEBODY WHO LOVES MEEE!"

Grace has been singing on the top of her lungs for the past 10 minutes straight. Right now, Grace's song of choice is a Whiteny Houston classic but unfortunately for Grace (and the rest of the house), she is lacking in the 'voice of an angel' department. Even though she is my angel.

"For God sakes, will she ever shut up? She's gonna use up all the hot water if she's in there any longer." Michael says, voicing his annoyance to which I just shake my head in response.

I try to fight back a smile because I know if Grace was here, hearing what her older brother was saying she would sing ten times louder (and far worse because yes she can do that) and stay in the shower in the hottest temperature, just to spite him.

It pops into my head that Grace didn't want me to go through her draws or cupboards but now is the perfect to as she is distracted singing her heart out. I dash towards her room and carefully try to open her draws without making any sound.

Lace. That's all I see. Lace. White, Black and Red. Who is this girl trying to dress up for and entertain? It better be me! Damn she would look stunning in these. I grab the black set and leave her room.

I turn my focus back to the bathroom door, barely open enough to allow the steam to escape. I wonder what she is doing there? What does Grace think about? What does she do? Well obviously she does what every other human does when they bathe, they get naked and wash themselves. Naked Grace.

Nope, you can not think of Grace naked. Even though I have seen her naked before, on multiple occasions. We have changed in front of one another. Although we have never really been naked naked in front of one another since we were little and too young to remember.

With Michael trotting off to God knows where to see God knows who, I take the opportunity to take a step forward and through the door.

As I walk through I am greeted with a blanket of hot stream and a perfect silhouette of my Grace through the foggy shower glass.

GRACE'S POV 

My favourite song. Ugh I love Whitney! And I really needed this shower.

"Do you always sing that good in the shower or only when I come around?"

To say I jumped out of my skin, would be an understatement. I swear I shut the door behind me? But when I turn around with a racing heart, I quickly realise who the voice belonged to. Jacob Madden, who is confidently propped up on the bath's edge.

"What the actual hell, Jacob! You scared the shit out of me."

"You never answered my question," he replies matter of factly.

"Jacob, you know I'm in the shower right?"

"Yeah, I figured"

"So, I guess you also figured that you would sit there and watch me shower?"

"Pretty much." I think if I rolled my eyes anymore they would get lost somewhere behind my brain.

"Jacob, I'm naked"

"Okay." What is with him?

"So, we're sticking to one word responses now?"

"Well, Gracie if you weren't naked I would be a little concerned because you are in fact showering." He has definitely lost it.

"You can't be here."

He didn't respond. He just sat there, staring.

"You're just going to sit there and watch me." It came out as a statement or observation rather than a question because I knew he was not going to answer. Knowing this discussion would get nowhere, I turned my back to him, rinsing out the last bit of Coconut scented shampoo out of my hair before shutting off the water.

"Would you please pass me the towel?" And he does but with my black lace set.

The fuck?

"Jacob, I told you not to go through them"

"What? I couldn't resist, plus you would look stunning in this"

Our fingers grazed each other and immediately I felt goosebumps travel up my arms. It might've been the temperature difference between the hot shower and the rest of the room but I choose to believe otherwise. And somehow I knew he felt the same thing, it was written in his hazel green eyes. He felt it too. Our spark.