Our last day at the ski resort ended being a lazy day due to my injury. The boys, especially Michael, served me on hand and foot. They made sure I didn't get out of bed, however it became problematic when I needed to use the bathroom.
Going to the bathroom was a success, but now that I wanted to take a shower, it created an issue between the boys. I mean, how hard is it to take a shower with a broken leg?
"I can help you out, it's no big deal," Michael tells me, a wide smile on his face. "It'll save water, too."
"Michael, we are not showering together," I sternly told him.
"But Mia, what if you slip?" he pointed out.
"Then it would be necessary for you to help," I replied.
"But what if-"
I cut him off. "You can stand outside the shower, if it makes you feel better. Damn."
"But Mia-"
"Michael!"
"Fine."
I shut the bathroom door in his face, limping further into the bathroom so I could undress. I stared at my bare body in the mirror and frowned; there were multiple bruises and cuts all over my skin. It almost brought me to tears.
"I don't understand why I can't come in," Michael says from the outside. "I've already seen your beautiful body."
"Michael..." I warned.
"Okay, okay," he sighed.
I placed the plastic wrap over my cast so it wouldn't get wet. I stepped in the shower and nearly moaned at the warm, soothing water. Showering was going really well until I dropped the soap.
"Fuck," I muttered, bending down to retrieve the bar of soap.
Just as I was about to take it in my hands, I lost balance from the wall I had leaned on and fell to the shower floor with a loud thud. The bathroom door immediately opens and the shower curtain gets pulled back.
"Mia!" Michael yelped. "I told you this would've happened!"
"Oh shush and just help me," I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest so I could be less exposed.
Michael begins taking off his clothes and my eyes widened. "Whoa Michael - what are you doing?"
"Well I'm not gonna shower in my clothes," he snickered as he stripped away.
Soon he steps in and I close my eyes as he takes both my arms to pull me up. After I gain balance, I reopened my eyes and watch him bend down to pick up the soap I failed to grab. I accidentally saw his butt, dammit.
"Michael," I whined. "This isn't necessary. You shouldn't even be in the shower with me, we aren't even dating."
"Oh? So if we were dating we'd be able to shower together?" he raised his eyebrow.
"Maybe," I mumbled.
He takes me by surprise and kisses me softly, wrapping his arms around my waist to secure my balance. My arms that had been covering my breasts drop as my chest presses into Michael's chest.
"This is so awkward," I say as soon as we pulled away.
"Why? We've seen each other naked before," he shrugs. "Best friends do it all the time."
"I don't think male friends shower with their female friends," I protest.
"It happens. It's called conserving water," he responded.
