Crazy Over You

📚 Chapter 21 📚

"Hey, weird question," James tells me as he hands me some of his clothing. "Are you on your period?" he ask.

"No?" I'm unsure as to why he would ask me that. If I was, would he have taken back his offer for me to wear his clothes while mine are being washed?

"I'm just asking in case you need me to get you some things. My mom may have some but I would need to check. There's no product in this bathroom," James mentions like it was nothing. It surprises me how sweet he is by saying that. I compare him to my brothers who are all aware of the female products because it's something I need. James has a little sister but she's too young to know what a period is or even have it.

"Thanks but I'm good for a week," I point out. He chuckles.

"Alright. I'll be downstairs for five minutes and come back up. Just leave your clothes out here and I'll bring them to the washer." He suggest.

"I don't know how I feel with you touching my underwear." I argue.

"Yet you'll be wearing my pant without any underwear," James points out.

"You know what, I'll just text Milos to bring me some clothes since your parents and sister are conveniently out at your aunt's house." I glare at him but that just made him chuckle.

"Alright. You know where the washer is. I'll be in the living room," James informs. He raises his hand, shows his index and middle finger, place them on his forehead and then salutes to me with a smile. He does a slip one-eighty and I watch him leave.

I lock the door, I don't really have the perfect answer as to why. I know James wouldn't walk in. Even at home, I don't lock the bathroom door when I'm taking a shower because that's how much trust I have on my family to not walk in. But either way, I lock it.

I take a second to take a deep breath and tell myself that I'm fine. I've taken showers here before. This is nothing new. I walk to the counter and place James's clothing on it, then head to the shower and turn on the water like normal.

It's just a shower...

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"You washed your hair?" James ask me once I step into the living room. The washing machine is in the basement, it's past the living room but I don't have to step into the living room to get to the basement, luckily.

"Yeah, I dried off as much as I could with the towel," I mention while walking to the large couch he's on. I take a seat on the other end because he was at one end. It's an appropriate distant between us. I'm glad I'm able to act the way we've always been despite the times we've kissed in front of other or the things we had to do to show how much we love each other but also the kiss at the Halloween Party.

"You'll get sick if you don't dry it up nicely," James lecture while smiling. His eyes on me instead of the hockey game on the TV.

"That's just a myth you Hispanics love to say." I roll my eyes. But because I have thick hair, all thanks to my mom, It's a pain to take care of when wet but I like it. And because I'm wearing James's sweater which smell just like him, I braided my hair. I started from the left side and made the braid go to the right. I tied it up with my hair tie that I bring around as I never know when I'll need to tie up my hair

James chuckles.

I do as well, softly. But then I notice how the lights are off and all that there is is the TV light screen.

"Callista?" I look at James to see him confused. He moves over, closer to me. I don't understand until he got a closer look at me.

"James?"