June March sat at the edge of the motel room bed, her hairbrush gliding through her wet hair as she prepared to relax before bed. She had just gotten out of the shower and now Rafe was in there, Junes mind torturing her with terrible thoughts about Rafe, thoughts that painted him as the object of her desires in this very moment. She was taking this alone time to control herself, to get her emotions in check, and to be able to leave this escape plan without doing something she may or may not regret in the future.
She heard the shower turn off and then the sound of the shower curtain, the girl messing with the remote in hopes of finding a good channel. The bathroom door opened and she couldn't help but turn her head, her mouth immediately dropping open and her breath stopping as she saw him.
He was only in his towel, his hair dripping wet and beads of water sliding down his skin. He gave her a half smile and then reached for his change of clothes he had left on the bed, his hand being the only thing keeping his towel together. He lifted the clothes in an attempt to show her why he had come out naked, and then he disappeared back into the bathroom, June feeling like she was still unable to breathe. The image of him walking out replayed again and again in her mind and she closed her eye to take this opportunity to banish these daunting thoughts, these deep desires.
He walked back out at the perfect time, the malicious warmth in Junes stomach disappearing as she got rid of the feeling. She scooted back on the bed as he stood in front of the sink, brushing his teeth. She tried to avoid looking at him completely now, knowing one thing might send her over the edge. The tension in the room was tangible, or at least she thought it was, he didn't seem to notice. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and some t-shirt, June breathing through her mouth for a minute as she tried her hardest to not look. She couldn't help herself when she took one glance, her stomach flipping when she saw how tight the shirt was. She knew he had been working out a lot, Dr. Michael said it might be a healthy coping mechanism. But now that she was looking at him, she could really see that he had been working out a lot more, she could definitely tell.
He turned around and she was quick to avert her eyes, pulling the blankets over herself and looking at the tv again. She cleared her throat as she pressed the channel button, her mind everywhere but on the tv as she saw him move in her peripheral. He scooted into his own bed, June feeling an ache in her chest at that. She could soon feel his eyes on her, the girl not ready to look at him, knowing how badly she wanted to.
"Come here." Rafe said, making her head immediately turn as she looked at him in confusion. He had scooted over so there was room beside him, June looking at him like he was crazy.
"What?"
"Yeah, come here. I want to talk to you." He said, and it was less of a suggestive tone and more of a just telling her what to do tone.
"We can talk from here." She said, Rafe leaning back against the headboard of the bed and letting out a deep sigh. He turned his head to the side and then spoke again, his hands clapping on his lap.
"I can't see you through the lamp. And I want to see you. So come here." June looked to the side and found that she couldn't see him through the lamp either, her stomach dropping as her body began to move. She took the two steps between the bed and sat down on top of the blankets like he was, the remote still in her hand. She sat against the headboard and then continued to flick through the channels, Rafe looking at her as she avoided looking at him.
A small smirk covered his lips as he stared at her adoringly, the boy noting the tint of red on her cheeks and neck. He also noticed she was beyond fidgety, his eyes raking over her body to see what else he could observe. She was breathing shakily, this only making his smile grow, and once again he returned to the blush on her cheeks. He knew what was happening, they had done this dance before. Internally he couldn't believe this was finally happening, she could hardly resist him and he knew it, proven by her anxiousness to be near him. This was how she had acted the first time they had reconciled after they had broken up, she had been the one to show up but he had to make the first move because of how nervous and tense she was. He wondered if the same rules would apply here.
