Oblivious

29 // Just to explore me

Basorexia
(n.) the overwhelming desire to kiss

-Elijah-

She's standing in my living room, her shoes by the door as she spins around. She's twirling, looking at anything and everything, likes it's the most wonderful thing she's ever seen.

I don't think I've ever liked my living room more.

"Daze?" I lean against the door frame, cross my arms over my chest as I watch her pause and turn to face me.

Her hairs a little messed up from the spinning and she looks a little flustered but she's smiling and that's all that matters.

She looks me up and down, gulps, faces the floor, cheeks heated. I smirk at her, cross my ankles. "Yeah?"

"Do you want to shower?"

She looks up at me, ears pink, eyes wide. Pretty. Too pretty. I tilt my head at her. She copies. "We've been at the beach all day you're probably covered in sand, figured you'd want a shower?"

She nods her head, doesn't say anything, plays with her fingers.

I smile, angle my head over my shoulder in that ways that says follow me. She does.

"You can shower here." I lead her to one of the spare bathrooms. "This is my room, meet me here when you're done yeah?" I point to the room across from her bathroom.

She nods her head, smiles, mutters a thank you, and succories into the bathroom.

I smile after her, enter my room, grab a pair of clothes, a towel and move into my conjoined bathroom.

I strip almost instantly. Needing the wash. I can feel the sand on me and it's making me feel sickly.

Leaning my head against the cold tile I allow the water to rush down my back.

The shower in the other bathroom is turned on and I freeze.

The shower is running, meaning she's in the shower. And nobody showers in their clothes which means she's naked.

Naked in the room across from mine. Fuck.

Fuck.

I try really hard not the think about it. It doesn't help. Blood rushes south.

My hand reaches up, turns the dial. Cold water attacks me.

Mushroom.

Ugly mushrooms.

Old people.

It's not working.

As much as I try and distract myself I can still hear her shower running.

Shit.

❤︎

Lifting my arms above my head I place them on the top of the doorframe and lean, watching as she sits on my bed.

She hasn't noticed me yet, too invested in whoever she's texting, probably her mum.

She's sitting in the middle of my bed, in a pair of shorts and a vest that barley covers anything. Her hairs wet, curling around her face.

She looks pretty with curls.

"Daze?"

She looks up, widens her eyes, takes me in.

I'm standing, leaning on the door frame in nothing but a pair of black joggers and silver chain. Did I purposely half dress on purpose? Yes. Am I getting the reaction I wanted from her? Also yes.