What Have I Gotten Myself Into?

Decided II

The hot sun on my body had given my skin some warmth; I could still feel the burning. My head is light, and the ceiling is unfamiliar. With so much overthinking since so long ago, even the unfamiliar ceiling feels familiar now. 

The room is quiet, and I have no energy to look around or see who's in the same room as me. All I believe to know is that I'm alone or Ginni is in the shower; I could hear the shower hitting the floor. It's so quiet and barely hearable... or that's just in my head. 

A fan above me is spinning lightly, but I'm still hot. I struggle to take off my dress, zipping it down to gently pull it down my body to my leg and kick it away with my foot, eyes still closed, body still tangled in the duvet. The fan giving light wind can still be felt, the duvet brushing across my tits. I did not wear a bra, for the dress had bras inserted, so my tits couldn't be seen on the outside, and I liked how the dress squeezed my boobs bigger. . . The same dress he gave me...

Left only in my underwear, I roll around gently, sitting up on one side of the bed, taking the cool duvet wrapped around my body, chilling my back as my hair spreads down.  With my feet touching the ground and the back of my knee feeling the metal of the bed, I sighed before looking up at the fan, eyeballs dizzying themselves from trying to roll around at the same pace. 

It must be because I'm still hot, maybe I've not cooled down from that hot sun, but I'm unable to stand up and shower. Looking at the fan once more, I am somehow not triggered by a new ceiling. Yet, my brain is fogged from all of this overthinking, and somehow I feel more emotional. My period had yet to come since half a month ago, two weeks ago, I think, and I'm not pregnant... I believe so, would I need to check that out? 

Rubbing my eyes with the back of my hands, pressing them in further. I sigh out all these weird new incoming emotions. My lips twitched,pressed on each other and breathed out his name.

"Aslan.."  The shower stops. 

I can hear footsteps walking around the bathroom floor but I still cannot familiar myself with whose they are. Ginni must be a sore butt today, grumpy even, for me to not be able to deject her footsteps stilling and walking oddly in the bathroom. From what I could hear, the bathroom might be really long and that's something our apartment doesn't have. Without even trying, my brain drifted back to the man who wouldn't leave my mind.

My breath hitched when I thought back to a steamy night. The memory always feels blurry due to the alcohol. 

Reality slowly sinks in, but my focus is still on him in my mind.

"I love you.." I whispered out, sounding, to my own ears, like even I wasn't sure of it myself.

Feeling distressed, I force the darkness into my vision by hiding my eyes into the crook of my cubital fossa, my lips parted slightly. I eventually stopped hearing footsteps, feeling something coming closer to the bed I had laid on, but even then it didn't trigger me. The fan's wind brushed down my body, the duvet fallen off, long forgotten. Yet, in that time I had forgotten I was nude naked except for my underwear.

The feelings start to sink in, this unfamiliar ceiling is not my apartment. Nor is the length of the bathroom. Or the bed. 

I feel a knee brush my shin before my body was forcibly lowered, the duvet down with me, my chest feeling cold and bare. I heard the bed creak under pressure of a somewhat familiar heat that radiated my naked chest, two hands pressed in the sheet on either side of my head. 

I feel hesitate to remove my arm from my eyes, my head throbbing once more when I believe to overthink that this person hovering me isn't who I thought it would be.