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Chapter 11

Feels weird how I’ve been to his house only once and already feel comfortable enough to walk in without waiting for him to point the way. I drop my backpack on the living room floor before he gestures for me to walk up the stairs, down the hall and he leads us to the last room on the left. He opens the door to a large, all white bedroom. The afternoon sun blazes in through the open windows, bringing life to the walls. No posters or decorations dangles from the wall. Just a single queen sized bed sitting in the middle of the room and a lamp table at the right side of the bed. It’s all clean and tidy that if not for the small items on the lamp table, it’ll look unused. Is this his room?

“The bathroom is the door to the left.” He points at a thick, brown door inside the room. “You’ll find the hairdryer in there and feel free to grab anything you like in the closet.” He points to the
double door at the back of the room next to the bathroom. “Leave your clothes out on the floor, I’ll come pick it up afterwards.”

“I can give it to you right now.” I don’t wanna waste time.

“Okay.”

I walk over to the brown door while he hovers behind. I find the light switch to my left. Again it’s all-white. A shower with glass doors and a bathtub next to it, position to the right while the
sink and a tiny mirror is to the left. Can’t believe I thought he might be living badly while he’s living in luxury. I close the door behind me and start stripping. I can’t help but look at myself in the mirror when I’m striped of my clothes. I wanna see what he saw. There’s not much difference from what I looked like this morning except way more flushed. He clears his throat
just right outside, purposely loud and I hurry to take the rest off. Wait should I give him my panties too?

My dress will get wet again if my panties are still drenched. I quietly wet them and squeeze the water out in the sink before shoving it in my dress along with my bra. Now, very carefully, I
open the door big enough to fit only my arm. He takes the pile of clothes from my hand and I close the door shut again.

I don’t do much but wash only the important parts in the shower. The water somehow feels foreign and unwanted on my skin. Though the thought of it being something else gets me all squishy inside. The memory of his hand being around my waist brings the feeling back. I can feel his slippery hand around me and his waist in between my thighs. His lips were so close. I can still hear the breaths getting released from him. I almost slip back against the wall and get my hair wet. I’m dreaming for no reason. He’ll never look at someone like me. What guy would? He was just trying to keep me close. I still touch my lips at the mere thought though.

I grab a towel from the stack near the sink. I don’t know where the sudden urge to second guess things come from. Is this really his house? It’s weird how its super clean and well organised if
he’s been living here on his own for a while. My room is not even that organised and my mum likes to tidy up things from time to time. I wrap myself in the towel and look right and left before stepping out the bathroom.

He closed the bedroom door so I’m safe. I still hurry to get something just in case. I push the double doors and why aren’t I surprised. It’s all black. Not one thing portraying a different colour. Only different shades of black. Even his shoes on the ground. The fabrics glide
underneath my fingertips. It’s hard to really tell the type of clothing they are with the same colour. I just grab a plain t-shirt and I have no need to worry about anything else. It envelopes
me completely, falling only a couple of inches below my scars. If only I could get rid of the loose feeling. Going commando is not my style. I spot a floor to ceiling mirror taking almost the
entire wall at the foot of the bed and a black leather sofa on the right. How did I miss that earlier?

The t-shirt covers me well and you can’t really tell that I don’t have anything underneath. This is just gonna have to do until I get my clothes back. I return to the bathroom and plug in the hair
dryer. I focus on only getting it dry than straight.