my best friends older brother

8.

Bit of a spicy scene but it isn't about kissing or sex;

Pretty immediately after the water started running I heard a scratch at the door, which can only mean one thing. Gretta!

I haven't seen Gretta for a while, I wonder if she missed me. Cats ate narcissistic creatures though, so she probrably didn't.

I unlocked the door and she practically forced her way in. When she saw me she rubbed against my shins until I crouched down to pet her. Now that I think about it, she looks alot like me. Furr that's not dark enough to be classed as light brown but is barely light enough to be classed as blonde, green eyes and her hair was just like mine; puffy and long. She looks just like a mainecoon but she's a fair bit smaller.

Enough of the description, when I crouched down I could hear her purring and I could feel her push herself up into my hand whenever I ran it over her back.

I looked over to see steam rising from the bath, bubbles basically bursting up the walls and my towel with a few bubbles on it. I tried to stand but tripped over. Then got straight back up and rushed to turn the water off. Jesus, that bath filled up quick.

I turnt back to Gretta who just sat looking at me. Should I let her out? There's a possibility that whilst I'm in the bath she might scratch at the door to get out... I'm willing to take that chance.

I raised the hoodie over my head, being careful of my wrist, and tossed it into the far corner of the bathroom. Then my tshirt followed. Then I dropped my pants to my ankles and tossed them too.

I turnt my head to see Gretta getting cosy in my mound of dirty laundry, but even just a cat being in here made me a bit self conscious, even with only my backside showing.

I stepped in, sucking in a breathe through gritted teeth as the red hot water rushed to all the scratches covering the bottom of my feet. I bent down, moving some bubbles away to make an entry for me into the water.

I quickly enveloped myself in the water, scared of the possibility of someone coming in. I know, I know. The chances are slim but what if someone needs the toilet and this is the closest one? Or if Gretta scratches and they come in to let her out? The possibilities of my relaxing bath time turning spoilt are just endless.

I felt my body shrink in on itself as I submerged myself almost fully, all the way up to my neck. I'll admit, it did kind of sting, the water was far too hot to be relaxing but far too full for me to do anything about it.

As I layed there, feeling the hot water attack my skin, I played with the bubbles. Breaking and popping any that looked too big until I was left with just a layer of foam-like moisture above the water. I slowly sunk my head under, being careful to hold my nose closed and keep my eyes shut. I could hear everything so muffled now, the sound of anything knocking about under the water sounding like nails on a chalk board.

I stayed under for about 30 seconds, bit ot was enough time to relax. When I came up, however, I was anything but relaxed. Someone was stood at the doorway.

My hands immediately flew towards my manhood, covering myself even though the bubbles did a good enough job. It was Zain. Why is he here!? There's other bathrooms.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to the edge of the bath.

"What are you doing!? Can't you see this is private!?" I eventually exclaimed, too embarrassed to look up at him, this is humiliating.

"Well," He said, crouching down beside the bath and resting his head on his arms at the side. "Your cast can't get wet. And your cuts might hurt so I bought some special lotion stuff to put on them. Also, why is the door unlocked if you didn't want me to come in?" He asked that last part with a smirk.