Her and I ✩ Hailee Steinfeld (G!P) ✔️

VI

| Y/N's POV |

I groggily woke up, rubbing my eyes as I adjusted to the sunlight glowing through Hailee's bedroom curtains. I sat up, taking in my surroundings as I remember last nights events. I smiled for a moment before frowning when I remember when Hailee didn't want to cuddle after such an intimate moment.

I wave off the disappointed feeling and stand up, my legs were a bit wobbly. Figures, sex with Hailee seems to leave that effect. I wobble my way over to the bathroom, leaning against the sink for stability as I look at myself in the mirror. I could use a shower.

"Clean towels are in the drawer behind you." A voice called out from outside the bathroom. I peak my head around the corner, seeing Hailee enter. She was wearing black cargo pants with a camouflage shirt and a black leather jacket over it. Those same combat boots stomped softly against the floor, making her presence known.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes, hearing her sigh before I shut the bathroom door. I lean against it for a moment before grabbing the towel she instructed to me. Turning the shower on, I hop in, feeling the warm water trinkle down my body. I shut my eyes, relaxing slowly.

| Hailee's POV |

I'm not relaxed at all. I can't stop thinking about last night. Don't get me wrong, the sex was amazing. Like, really really amazing and- that's not the point. The point is, Flo's words have been engraved into my brain ever since last night. I went over to her house this morning and she gave me a mean scolding about how I'm so oblivious and selfish.

Which was true, but damn, the truth hurts.

Anyway, she taught me that aftercare was important. Can you imagine her face when I told her that I have no clue what that meant? Yeah, no, she slapped me in the face.

After that moment of realization, she finally agreed to teach me. I don't know why, it's not like Y/N will want to stick around. I mean, I kidnapped her, turned her best friend somewhat against her, and fucked her senseless. I'm pretty sure she was hurt by my actions after sex last night.

As soon as I heard the shower start running, I raced to my desk, logging into my computer. I google how to be a good aftercare person and there were multiple results for what I was looking for. All the answers that was provided, were things I've never heard of or have never done for myself.

"Wet a washcloth till its damp and gently clean up the sensitive areas?" I ask, confusion poisoning my tongue. "Shower your significant other with kisses, hugs, and loving words? What the fuck?" I sigh, leaning back against my chair as I run a hand through my hair. "What makes you so special?" I mutter to myself, staring at the bathroom door.

I hear the shower stop running, and the door is thrown open. I see Y/N walk out with a towel wrapped around her body, but by god, she was so beautiful. She turned her head towards me, "Do you have any clothes I could borrow?" I could tell she was trying to be mad at me but her tone was so shy.

"Yeah." I nod softly, standing up for my desk as I keep my eyes on hers, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. "In here." I open my closet door, missing the gawking expression she had at the large size of it, and grabbing her some baggy clothes. "You can change here, I'll give you some privacy."

She looked at me surprised. "Thank you." She mumbled in a quiet tone. I might be a cold-hearted bitch, but I'm not a monster.

I give her space, leaving the room and shutting the door for her. I hear her softly shuffling around which means she's changing so I step away from the door, making my way back to my desk. I stare at the bedroom door, thoughts of the brown eyed girl ran through my head.

"Why are you so special?"