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Chapter 4: Turning Tables

Minji

I wake up early, hoping I beat Hanni to the bathroom-a part of me relieved, the other part saddened, to see that I had.

I pile my hygiene products on the counter, only grabbing the body wash and shampoo to take in the shower with me.

I scrub my hands over my face in the stream of water, urging my body to wake up. I hadn't slept well. I hate not sleeping in my bed, although I was quite used to it at one point. Hospital couches, a.k.a. back breakers, doubled as my bed for many weeks.

I grab my body wash and go through my normal routine, the scent of spice and oak flooding the bathroom as I wash down. A smile flashes on my face as I think of Hanni smelling my scent before she takes her own shower. Although I am keen on her body scent of choice-plum. However, it was more of a sweet plum-the combination of plum and Hanni herself.

Both hands are scrubbing shampoo into my hair when I hear the toilet flush, changing my very steamy shower into an ice-cold frozen tundra.

"Fuck!" I shout, pushing myself back out of the stream. I hadn't rinsed my hair out yet, so both of my hands and eyes are covered in soap.

"Problem?" I hear a sweet, amused voice just outside of the curtain.

I take a deep breath and reluctantly step back into the stream of freezing water. I quickly wash the soap out of my eyes and hair, relieved to finally be able to see again.

"Not at all," I say, turning the water off. I can see the reflection of her slender body outside the curtain. There's no way she's going to let me out of here unharmed. I say fuck it and play her little game.

I grasp the curtain and whip it open. Hanni remains unaffected, standing with her arms crossed, a sly smirk on her face.

I stand in front of her, naked and frozen as she continues her stare down. "I beg to differ." She tilts her head to the side, grinning as she says, "Your balls didn't seem to enjoy it."

I've never blushed in my life, at least I don't think so, but fuck me if that didn't completely take me off guard.

I reach for the towel that's... no longer hanging where I placed it. "So this is how it's going to be, huh?" I run both hands through my hair, shaking off the excess water. She shrugs, never taking her eyes off me. "Well, it's a good thing my balls have a quick recovery time."

"Especially if you want to produce children," she adds in. "But I'm not so sure Minji Junior is taking to the cold very well." We continue eyeing each other, daring the other to slip up and say what we really want. "You should really lock both doors." She begins to walk away but then looks over her shoulder and continues, "I didn't peg you for a tattoo kind of girl." And then her face goes soft for the first time. "It suits you." With that, she turns the handle and leaves me behind-stunned and obviously freezing my balls off.

That tattoo means more to me than she could ever know, but a part of me ached at her words. The tattoo she's referring to is in memory of Tris -a purple lily-her favorite color and flower. It's not only about the design, it's the words written underneath that gut me every time I see my reflection. It's not manly, but it wasn't about that. It's about keeping her close to my heart, a place I'm not sure I'll ever open up again.

After getting dressed, I head downstairs for breakfast. My body is already tense as I think about spending another five days with this girl. The moment she walked out, bold and fearless, I knew I wanted her underneath me. She's already made me feel more alive than I've felt in months.

I know she's testing me and obviously needs some relief from the constant panty bunching she's suffering. Perhaps getting us both naked at the same time is what we need.