[1] Midnight Lips | Ghost

𝐂𝐇. 12

VALENTINA
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     The thick fog in the bathroom made it harder for me to breathe, along with blurring my vision. Almost the same experience as when I hit my head this afternoon, which sucked. But I was already feeling better.

I hadn't meant to take such a long and hot shower, but it was really, really something I needed. Now that I had come down from the high, my body was sore from the crash, and the warm water helped me loosen up.

I wiped my hand across the mirror. Big and round green eyes stared back at me, reminding me of innocence. Such a simple word, yet so fragile. Such a fragile thing, yet so fucking unnecessary. The girl standing there, with a white towel wrapped around her body, was so clueless–so innocent–back then. And because of this, her life turned into the very hell.

Those eyes. It was those damn eyes, the main reason why I avoided mirrors. We were so alike. We had the same eyes. The same size, the same color, the same lashes. And I hated... I hated that I couldn't hate them. Because it reminded me so much of her, reminded me of how I failed her. I knew I should hate them for that. I should, but I couldn't drive myself to do so.

It was my fault, my fault, my fucking fault.

A knock on my door took me out of my thoughts. I didn't bother to put on clothes, so when I opened the door, I hid my body behind it, taking only my head out. I noticed Simon opening his door at the same time. We made eye contact before someone else cleared their throat.

Alejandro stood in the middle of the hall, both hands on his back. "You are two lucky bastards."

I raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"Are you even aware that you two are the only ones with private bathrooms?"

"Okay?" I knew I'd get a room with a private bathroom because I wasn't allowed to share the shower room with the men. Even if I could, I didn't want to. Imagine watching dicks every day? No, thanks, not in the mood.

Simon moved, crossing his arms over his chest. My eyes followed the movements of his pecs flexing under that t-shirt. A shirt that was too tight for him, again... Not that I minded, but he looked better without it anyway.

Suddenly the sight of him naked, mask still on, water dripping down his shiny chest, came into my mind. Yep, maybe sharing the shower with him didn't sound like a bad idea at all. Maybe I would reconsider sharing the shower room with the rest if only Simon joined us as well.

No.
Bad Val.
Don't think about a very hot, naked Simon.

I shook my head and trailed the conversation to the opposite way. "Wait, why does he need the private bathroom?"

"The mask, obviously. He refuses to take it off in front of us," Alejandro answered.

"Why?"

"Why do you ask me?"

"Do you think it's because he has a birthmark and is embarrassed about it so he hides it with the mask?"

"Maybe the birthmark looks like Hitler's mustache so he has to hide it? Yo me lo creo." I'd believe that.

I gasped. "Ay no."

"I'm right here, ya know?" Simon spoke now. "And maybe there's a birthmark. Maybe there's not. You'll be dead before you even know."

"What would you do if I ever—"

"You ever dare to touch me, Vargas, and I'll do more than just break your bones."