𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃 || 𝐊.𝐍𝐉

𝟹𝟸 | 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 ☽

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"What the hell are you doing!" His voice shakes me from my frozen spot, and although I can't see anything due to the power outage, I hear his closeness next to me and carefully back away.

Being naked and only having the soap bar in my palm to dig my nails into from this awkward situation, I step back as slowly as I can.

I hear his voice call out the same phrase as before, and I have no words to answer him, even though it's an innocent misunderstanding.

"I accidentally dropped the soap, and it landed right in front of the shower. I didn't want to risk you stepping on it and falling. You could get serious injuries from a small incident like that." Although I try my best to justify my actions, a part of me feels like he's not buying it.

Whatever the case, I watch the bathroom door open, filling the room with a tad of natural light, and I watch his figure step outside. He's got a towel wrapped around his waist and says nothing as he exits the room.

I sigh outward after he's gone. Now, he's going to think I'm an epic pervert after that. It's not like I was trying to look at his body, but he's the one who stepped out, and it was there all of a sudden. I know this isn't helping my case, but I know in my heart it's an accident.

Suddenly, as my thoughts are drifting, I hear him calling to me from downstairs.

"I won't be able to fix the power. We're going to have to wait. I checked the circuit breaker, and it's not doing anything." He admits. "I know Dad left a few candles around here somewhere. I can find them, and we can finish washing up."

Again, he doesn't give me time to respond before I hear him opening the doors downstairs.

Still holding the soap in my palm, I sigh once more. This time I carefully climb back into the bathtub and quickly try to wash my body before he comes back.

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Thankfully, by the time he finds the candles, I'm fully washed up. Hopefully, I won't catch a cold from my wet hair, but I still try my best to towel dry the wet locks as I walk downstairs wearing a blue robe.

He walks past me, bringing a couple more candles on his way upstairs with his towel still wrapped around his waist and his hair practically dry. He was walking around for about an hour, and I didn't want to risk him coming in at any moment without announcing it, so I stayed put in the tub until I couldn't any longer.

"You're not going to finish washing up?" He asks, while I slightly shake my head.

"I'm already finished," I admit, but before I have the chance to walk off, he places his hand on my cheek and pulls away quickly.

"You're freezing!" He jumps, pulling away his hand as if just suddenly touching ice. "Did the bath water get that cold?"

"I'm fine," I wave him off. "I didn't know when you were coming in the bathroom, and so I panicked and stayed in the tub until I couldn't any longer. I'll be fine—"

"You're going to get sick," he says, taking my wrist and suddenly turning me around to where he's pulling me up the stairs with him. "I'm not going to let that happen," he adds when we walk into the bathroom, then he starts lighting all the candles around the room to make the place visible. "Get in the shower and warm up," he adds, turning in the opposite direction.