ARE YOU WORTH IT (intersex)

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I took a sip of wine watching her eyes sparkling to the sight of her work. her prints. She looks proud, happy.

She's explaining the camera she used and the lenses she shot with but I have no fucking clue what she's talking about no matter how many times she tries to dumb it down for me I still can't comprehend. mostly because she has my full undivided attention. My eyes tracing her toned muscles. I can't tell if it's me or the wine but she looks good, better than I've ever seen her look. Her hair is down hiding her sharp jawline but every so often she would pull her hair behind her ears bringing the hidden gem into view. The soft lighting isn't helping her case, I could feel myself inching a little closer. I just wanna be near her, I wanna be close. She pulled her arms up, placing the framed picture back on the wall. I took it upon myself to slide under her arms.

She looked down at me but kept her arms raised over my head. "What are you doing?" she asks.

like she doesn't already know.

I took another sip before placing the wine on the stand next to me. "I understand you have a past,  but I don't understand why you brought me here." I used my back to push off the wall inching closer to her. "Are you trying to taunt me? Hurt me, play with my emotions?." i put my hands up pushing her "which one is it?"

It's the wine, it has to be the wine.

She took my hands, pinning them above my head. Her grip was firm. I couldn't escape it if I wanted to. "I'm not trying to taunt you steph"
She raises my arms a little higher to the point I have to stand on my toes. "This is taunting." she drops my hand "me wanting you to be here isn't. there is a reason I brought you here and we will get to that eventually." she looked up and around the room then back down at me with a smile. "I promise"  I felt a shock run up my spine, it wasn't the word but rather the way she said it that made me feel giddy inside. "come with me" she exits the photo room.

We walked up the stairs making it to the top floor.

We walked into this room that seemed to be the master bedroom. This big, spacious master bedroom. My studio apartment is a closet compared to this bedroom. We walked in further, going into the bathroom that was connected. She took a towel and washcloth off the shelf and handed it to me."Can I trust you not to go through my medicine cabinet?"

"Ha ha. very funny" I say snatching the towel from her hand "you can stay and watch if you're that skeptical"

It's definitely the wine.

she raises her hands in a surrender form "no need, I trust you." The sentence sparked a rise in my heartbeat. I don't think she meant to say that last part, it sounded like it just slipped out her mouth. And the way her eyes widened clarified that it was indeed a mistake.

Is the wine getting to her too?

She cleared her throat "if you need anything else let me know" she fiddled with her hands before turning around to leave, closing the bathroom door behind her. I looked at myself in the mirror pulling my hair into a high messy bun. I looked at the latch tempted to pull it open but instead I just smiled looking at myself.

Who really thinks to go through a medicine cabinet?

I snapped out of the blushed smile turning around to turn on the shower. I took off each piece of clothing one by one.

The shower was long and refreshing her water pressure was perfect. I wish I could stay in it longer but I know it isn't healthy for my skin to sit in water that long. I stepped out of the tub grabbing the towel that I hung up on the rack. After drying myself I fell to a knee digging in my bag for some night clothes.

Fuck! Did I not bring any? How could I bring everything else but night clothes m

I came out of the bathroom to her laying in the bed with her hands behind her head and her feet crossed.