OFFICE ROMANCE. (BxB)

Chapter 18. Weirdo

After like thirty minutes , the bathroom door opens, and there he is—wrapped in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips.

Is he kidding me?!

The air behind him rolls out in a mist, lingering, filling the bedroom with the scent of his shampoo.

He looks at me smirking as if he is doing everything on purpose, strolling out slowly, as if he owns the place, like he’s never been more comfortable.

The light glistens on his damp skin, tiny drops of water catching on his broad shoulders and sliding down his chest.

His hair is wet, pushed back but still dripping, the dark strands clinging to his forehead. It’s like he’s just stepped out of a movie scene, and all I can do is stare.

He finally glances at me again , catches me looking, and smirks—that ridiculous, confident smirk that he knows gets to me. “Enjoying the view?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, one eyebrow raised.

I feel the heat rush up to my face, but I can’t look away. My eyes keep wandering, tracing the lines of muscle, the way his skin glows in the soft light.

My mouth opens, but no words come out, just a laugh, and I shake my head, trying to play it cool, failing miserably.

"Wha.. what do you think you are doing out of the bathroom undressed?!" I finally master my question.

" I can't dress in the bathroom, you seriously don't expect me to dress in the bathroom, do you?"

"No , not at all " I say standing up and head to the door.

"Where to?"

"Like night views so imma go.. go... see." I say not looking back at him.

"Do I make you uncomfortable? I thought we are friends and friends can dress together."

"No you don't make me uncomfortable, not at all."

"What a relief , so then don't leave the room when I dress, I'll be done in a second then we can drink or see the night view together."

He says not giving a chance to say or do anything because he drops his towel. My heart stops , like literary stops. I have no idea why my eyes are staring at it. And looking at it , he really makes me feel less a man.

He takes a sweat pant and puts it on.

I unconsciously continue walking out , I need some air . I feel this certain part of my body lightly throb  and I don't want to think what it is.

"Done"  I hear him say behind me , standing on the doorway. "A drink or night view?"

"Drink , let's have a drink." I hope that sweeps away everything about this night.

We walk back inside, to the couch, I pour him a full glass and cheer for him to gulp it down hoping that it nocks him off.

But he couldn't gulp it down _ one sip , two sips, three gulps and it has already gotten to him , he can't even sit straight.

Laughing over nothing, I can't believe how hot he looks right now, all smiley and laughy , I've never seen him laugh , his laugh just makes me wanna hear it again and again , and when he smiles sheepishly, his lips prison my eyes , I wanna lean to them! Something is terribly wrong with me , I can't .

I decide to make myself soo drunk that I don't think of this at all .  Within a few and I think it has totally gotten to me too , laughing along with him when he says nonsense.

We’re like two kids, tipsy and talking nonsense. He’s telling me some absurd story from years ago, barely able to get through it because he’s laughing so hard.