Easy to Regret, Harder to Forget

Chapter 29

~we choose our own paths. Our values and our actions, they define us~

I woke up in my own bed, James next to me. My hair was damp but not soaking, I remembered plunging into the pool early in the morning but after that, everything was a blur. He was wrapped in the covers, facing the other way. I carefully take the covers off and go to my drawers and take out some clothes. I walk into the bathroom and close the door quietly. I hang my clothes up and take a towel out and hang it over the shower. The water was warm and it woke me up more, my head throbbed from the hangover. I was washing my hair when I heard the door open. I grabbed my towel and looked out of the certain to see James there.
"James!" I shout hiding myself.
"Shit, I-ah-I didn't hear the shower. I was just gonna go toilet." I close the certain more.
"Go toilet," I say. "Just don't look this way."
"Dude, the certain is closed," he laughed.
"Don't all me dude," I smile to myself and continue washing my hair.
"How you feeling?" He asked.
"Ahh, a little hungover." I found it weird, him in the bathroom and myself in the shower. And he isn't even using the toilet. I peak out to see him leaning on the door frame smirking.
"You didn't even need the toilet," I squint my eyes suspiciously.
"Haha," he laughs.
"Pervert!" I throw the soap at him. and he picks it up walking towards me. "Ah, ah, ah! Stop right there." I held my hand out but it didn't reach where he was and he laughed.
"I won't look, promise," he says and walks forward covering his eyes. I see him peak out and I throw the soap again.
"Stop it!" I laugh. He hands me the soap, but when I go to grab it, the certain slides from my grasp and I grab my towel but not before he is smiling at me.
"Oh god," I curse. "Did-you didn't see anything?"
"Oh I saw plenty," he smiles again and walks out.
"Don't you walk out on me!" I shout as I wrap the towel around me so it won't fall. James slowly turns and walks back in.
"Want me to stand here while you dress?" He raised his eyebrows. He used to do this to me when we lived together.
"Well, no, but you can't just walk out after seeing me. Naked." I wait for a laugh but he approaches me slowly. I think about backing away but instead I hold the towel tight.
"Well, I had to walk out. Or else I would've down this," he leans in and kisses me on the lips. He tasted of vodka and wine and his lips were soft, like they always were.
"God, I missed that," I whisper when he pulls away.
"And now, I have to walk away so I don't remove that towel."