It was huge. Like not big, HUGE. Abnormally big, scary big, RIDICULOUSLY big. He sighed and took a step back reluctantly. Heather almost whimpered in what should've been relief but was actually resentment and displeasure. He tilted his head as if he understood. Heather shook her head and snapped out of her trance.
What the hell am I doing? This has gone on for far enough.
" well that was fun but now it is time For you to go." Heather said after regaining her confidence. " I don't know who you are or why you are here but you need to leave. Like right now. So ima walk out, go shower, and when I come back, you'll be gone, got it?" He only propped his head back up and took another step back, putting a space between them that made heather's stomach drop. She quickly turned around and left the room in attempt to hide her embarrassment.
This is not ok, there is a random, really hot man, in my house. Ok. If he doesn't leave, and he is still here when I get back, I will call the cops. Heather walked to the bathroom. She made sure to lock the door after she entered the small bathroom. She undress herself and entered the shower.
Heather wanted to get out of the shower. She wanted to leave the bathroom and get back to their comfort of her room. At least she was comfy until a random man greeted her by her bed as she woke up.
Heather would have gotten out of the shower probably twenty minutes earlier. She would have if there wasn't such a strong feeling in her stomach. She didn't know what it was. It could've been that she was forgetting something, or that something was wrong, or even that someone was watc- Heather stopped that thought.
You are being ridiculous. No. You are being very over dramatic. Nobody I watching you.
Heather rolled her eyes and actually chuckled at the thought.
Going against her instincts, Heather turned the faucet off. She stepped out of the shower. She grabbed the towel hanging from the hook in the towel closet. She wrapped it around herself. When she looked up in the mirror, she saw a figure in the glass. A blurred out figure due to all the steam. She took the washcloth, and wiped the mirror off afraid to actually look herself. She blinked, shook her head. And replanted at the spot in the mirror. The only thing there was the reflection of the shower curtain. No weird figure.
Heather opened the door to the bathroom and stepped out. She got chills as the breeze of cold air rushed onto her. She shivered as she tiptoed to her room. She opened the door slowly.
Oh shit.
