𝑴𝒚 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒔𝒔

Fifteen

Morning came and the sun was up. I woke up feeling comfortable, more comfortable than I've ever felt in my entire life. I sat and yawned. The sun shone in the room, casting a light of light yellow and a beautiful orange hue.

I gazed around, still in a sleepy haze. Then when realization hit I jumped out of bed. I went to the bathroom and it was true. I slept over.

The rain never did take an ease and after dinner he said I could take his room. I didn't want to, obviously because it's not my home, but he insisted. Which only led to me declining which then led to a conclusion.

"Okay, I'll sleep on the floor. That way I'll be in my room still."

I agreed. It took a while for me to fall asleep due to the awkward silence and the pounding in my ears being locked in a room with a man but...I fell asleep in his bed.

I'm freaking out. Okay Jasmine, calm down. I exhaled and squinched. I grabbed the toothbrush I used last night and brused my teeth before washing my face.

If he's still asleep I could quickly take a shower and leave. The house sounds quiet and everyone could still be asleep. It'll give me time.

I just have to be quick. I stripped out of his clothes and hopped in the shower. I turned the shower on heat and scrubbed my body down as quickly as I can, making sure to still be clean.

Come on Jasmine. I washed the soap off and washed my face one last time before turning the shower off. I wiped my face with my hands and froze when I heard the door close.

The bathroom door!

I covered my mouth, my eyes gazing at the shadow that moved inside. I cowered, remembering terrible moments of the past. How he'd join me in the shower. He made me feel like a fish.

His dominating presence, his hard fingers grazing over my wet skin, his breath on my neck. He'd trace the bruises and kiss them.

"I'm sorry Jazz, you know I didn't want to hurt you right?" A kiss. "Right?"

My chest. My heart. I can't breathe.

No.

Not now.

Please not right now. It's not him, Jasmine.

I heard a sigh, piss filling the toilet. Snap out of it Jasmine, tell him you're in here. He flushed, his hand itching his hair.  Then he froze. He didn't move. I watched his shadow gaze down before turning to the shower curtain.

Heat rose to my face and I'm sure I nearly fainted. He reached out hesitantly and I finally found my voice.

"I'm in here!" I just blurted it out. He recoiled quickly. "I'm in here." A quiver.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Asher left the bathroom as quickly as he came and closed the door behind him. I got out and locked it. I touched my chest and calmed my breathing.

I dried myself off, throwing the same clothes I had on last night. I didn't want to leave the bathroom but I couldn't miss work or be late. I don't even know what time it is.

I pulled myself together finally and entered the room. Asher was nowhere to be found in the room. I shuffled over and cussed myself. My clothes.

I exhaled a breath and took me three minutes before I finally left the room. I skipped down the steps and stopped at the end of the stairs.

He's in the living room pacing back and forth. As if sensing me he looked my way.

"I'm deeply sorry. I didn't realize you were inside. It wasn't my intentions to scare you. I just thought maybe you'd have been gone already."