Worshiping Her

chapter seven

                      Nicolai Chio

I fucked up.

I know I did.

I don't even understand what we did.

I don't understand how she made me feel. I don't know if I made her feel good.

I'm not even gonna lie, I've always imagined doing those things. I've fantasized about what it would be like to kiss her lips.

The way she made me feel, the things she said to me.

"Watch me lose control over you."

I should probably get up now.

I wake up and cover my eyes from the bright light.

Right after what happened we both fell asleep on the couch, except she wasn't there anymore.

"Franny?" I yawn while sitting up from the couch.

I look up and see the bathroom door slowly open. "Finally you wake up, do you have any clothes in your car that I could borrow? I was expecting us to go back to my house but then we um-."

Jesus help me.

She was standing in the doorway with nothing but a white towel around her. I could see the wet droplets falling from her skin and hair.

"Nico? Hello?" She walks closer to me and starts waving her hand in my face.

"Yeah. Sorry, I'll- I'll grab a hoodie and sweatpants." I get up from my couch and head to the front door.

"Here." I hand her a blue sweatshirt and grey sweatpants.

"Thanks." She grabs the clothes and goes back into the bathroom.

If the first kiss we had didn't make things weird enough, this did.

It felt like I was waiting forever for her to come out of the bathroom.

"Are you good?" I approach the door and knock.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Her voice cracked.

"Francesca don't make me open the door."

"I said I'm fine." She swings the door open and wipes a tear from her face.

"Hey, what's wrong." I cupped her face.

I must have done something wrong. She's been acting weird all morning.

"I said-." she takes a deep breath. "I'm fine." She grabs my hands and takes them off her face. "Your clothes fit tight on me that's all." She takes the towel in her hand and rings her hair out.

I would hate if she felt insecure wearing my clothes. They fit her snugly but they still fit. I think she looks cute.

"The clothes look fine, I think-." I tried to tell her she looks good but then-

"Please don't lie to me." She walks past me and sits down on the couch.

I turn around and stare at her. I know no matter how much I try to tell her she looks beautiful she won't believe me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?" She crosses her arms and lifts her eyebrows.

I didn't even realize it was almost 2'o clock.