The Write Thing

Chapter 2

I almost got blinded by the light as I stared at the ceiling for almost ten minutes. My head ached slightly, and I could barely move a muscle. The only thing I could feel was the soft mattress beneath me—so soft that I wished I could stay here a little longer. I hadn't had a good night's sleep in a while, and I was quietly enjoying the feeling of not being woken up by the people I had lived with for the past few years.

Moments later, the sound of the door opening made me whip my head to the side. A guy stepped out of what I assumed was the bathroom, his body appeared to be drench in water.

For a moment, I tried to process what I was seeing. The guy didn't seem to notice me and continued rummaging through his closet. It wasn't until he turned around that I realized I was staring at his half-naked body.

"What a beautiful sight." I mumble to myself as I try to get back to sleep, but not too long, my eyeballs almost pop out of its socket as realization washed over me.

Forgetting about my headache, I immediately sat up and looked at the guy, who was now staring at me with a blank expression.

My eyes gets wider than it possible could and my mouth hung open as I stare into his body before bringing my attention back to his face. He isn't moving nor he's showing any expression which makes me have this thought that maybe I was dreaming.

I blinked several times before clearing my throat. "Who are you? Where am I?" I asked as soon as I was pulled from own thoughts.

"You're in my apartment," he replied in a calm voice, though his words did nothing to ease my nerves as different thoughts flooded my mind.

I quickly covered my mouth with both hands and glanced down at myself. As far as I could recall, I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and I didn't feel anything unusual.

"Why am I here? What did you do to me?" I asked, still feeling a bit nervous while he's only staying calm.

"I saw you in the street last night. I think you fainted or something." I watched how he run his fingers through his above shoulder-length hair, moving it out of his face.

I gulped and drew my eyes away before I get even distracted by it.

"And then... what did you to me?"

"I didn't do anything."

"Then why aren't you wearing?" I asked, looking down his body where his hips only covered with towel around it.

The beads of water dripping down his body makes me stare into his abs, and I quickly avert my eyes from it again, not wanting to think of anything unnecessary.

"It's not what you think it is. I just take a shower."

"And then—"

"Do I really have to answer all your questions? I saw you in the street last night and decided to let you stay the night here in my apartment. I just have to carry you from there and that's it. I didn't do anything to you." He placed both his hands on his hips, feigning irritation at his words.   "Did I made things clear to you now?"

I remain looking at his face for few more seconds before saying, "Okay. If you say so." I said as I get on my feet.

"You believe me just like that?" He asked with his dark brow furrowed.