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13| 𝑫𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚.

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„Can I use your shower?"

„Of course."

And here I am, standing in his big, luxury shower. The warm water felt like a warm blanket that wraps around my body, protecting me from any harm. I use his shampoo and massage it into my scalp, before gently working a few knots out of my ends with conditioner, where I was surprised that he even had this.

I am full with anxiety, overthinking about the reason of why am I here. Though, I have a feeling what the reason could be.

And my stomach couldn't be more filled with needle-like butterflies that shine metallic instead of beautiful rainbows.

I continue to think about it while I rub myself clean. Once I'm finished I step out of the shower and wrap myself up in a silk robe, wringing my hair almost dry.

I hate when it isn't and I feel water pearls dampening the back of my shirt. It's strangely unsatisfying.

I brush my hair through even though I know we shouldn't brush trough our hair when it's wet, but somehow I have to get these damn knots out. Once it's brushed straight, yet the ends of my hair already start to curl beautifully, I'm ready to face the world.

With an exhale where I cheer myself on and motivate myself to go through these door, I opened it after a few minutes of just standing before it.

Only to see no one in this room. Wow, my motivational speech was for nothing, then?

I wander across his room and open the exit, finding myself in an all-black corridor. But it slightly shines gold with the big, beautiful crystal chandelier hanging at the end of the hallway.

I suck a breath in as I inched my way closer to the end of the hallway that introduced me to a room that looks almost like a living room.

A lone plush seat was at the center, with a big black screen before it. A small glass table with liquor sat beside the seat, and once my eyes look a bit to the right, I see a miniature ‚concert' out of puppets. And despite having no windows, the yellow light from the small lamps make it look so comfortable and warm.

But that wasn't the reason why my breathing choses to stutter. It was because I immediately spotted the figure sitting in the seat, staring at a blank screen.

And I noticed his coat was off, letting me see the back of his head, full with black and neatly styled hair.

„Is this the room where you watch the games?" I softly ask, not wanting to disturb the comfortable vibe. I'm walking more into the room, stepping around the seat and coming into his sight.

He hummed as an answer, a deep sound rumbling around his chest as he tilted his head up to me, still wearing his black mask.

I shamelessly let my eyes wander over his figure. Seeing a black blouse framing his upper body, yet a few buttons on the top were open, revealing a simple silver chain resting around his neck. The blouse sat tight around his bulky biceps, and running my eyes along his arm, I see his gloves off too, showing me veiny hands that fingers were wrapped around a whiskey glass.