The Proposal

17 - Jealousy

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The next morning, i woke up to begin the day's work. Nicholas had given up his bed for me again and was sleeping on the sofa. I decided to get up and quickly have my bath before he woke up.

I went into the bathroom, locked the door, and took off my clothes. I noticed the little washing machine beside the wash-hand basin, so I dumped my clothes in it and turned it on. I proceeded to take a nice but quick shower.

When I was done, I came out of the shower stall and looked up at the towel rack, but there was nothing there. That was when the realisation hit me.

No.

No no no no no. Shit!

Neither my robe nor my towel was there because this wasn't my bathroom. How could I freaking forget?

I stood there frozen on the mat, horrified at the thought of going back into the room to get my stuff. What if he was already awake?
What was I going to do? It wasn't like I could just yell his name and ask him to help me.

Then I remembered my clothes, I got to where I removed them but recalled that I put them in the washing machine.  I hurried to the washing machine, turned it off, and grabbed my dress, but there was no point. It was completely drenched.

Damn it!

I sighed in frustration. What was I going to do now? How could I be this stupid?

I looked around the bathroom and noticed a towel hanging by the wall, but that was the only towel hanging there, and that only meant one thing. It was Nicholas's towel.

At that point, I was mentally stressed.
I wanted to scream but I couldn't.

I couldn't, for the life of me, use his towel. That sounded and looked so wrong.
I stood there for minutes, contemplating every thought and scenario.

Screw it!

I grabbed his towel and wrapped it around my body. I quietly and slowly unlocked the door, I peeped through first, and when I saw the empty room, I tiptoed out of the bathroom and towards the closet. I quietly opened it, quickly picked out my dress, and closed it, but just as I closed it, I gasped, jumping two feet in the air at the sight of Nicholas leaning against the wall.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he said, "you were just being so sneaky,"

"I just...I was..." I had no idea what I wanted to say. I noticed his eyes look down at my body, and I suddenly became super self-conscious.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to use your towel, I just forgot all my stuff, and I didn't know what to do," I explained before he even asked.

"It's fine," he simply said.

"Okay," I said, surprised he wasn't angry.
"Do you mind?" I asked him.

"What?" He asked, sounding so ignorant.

"I could use some privacy," I said, gesturing down at my body.

"Oh, of course," he said, then turned around and left.

I let out a breath of relief and quickly got dressed.