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6. fold

gabrielle

i woke up tangled in blankets, in a bed so luxurious i knew it could never be mine. scott's tattooed forearm still laid over my waist.

he was still sound asleep, despite the sun creeping in through the windows. he looked incredibly peaceful, his chest rising and falling rhythmically while he slept. his messy brunette curls framed his face.

i relaxed back into the bed, enjoying the body heat radiating from his torso. for once, i was relaxed. i laid here doing nothing. i couldn't stop staring at scott, he was gorgeous really. was this what stockholm syndrome is? i never wanted to leave.

despite my immense comfort, my bladder had other demands. i carefully lifted scott's arm off of me, making sure not to wake him.

i took soft steps over the area rug, in an attempt to avoid the hardwood floor from creaking.

even scott's bathroom felt far too fancy for me to be using. the floors and counter were white marble. there was a rainfall shower and stand alone claw tooth bathtub. 

i stood at the sink, examining myself in the mirror. i didn't want to be invasive, but i did feel kind of gross. surely he wouldn't mind if i borrowed some mouthwash and used his shower?

i opened the cabinet door, hoping to find what i was looking for. i took his bottle of mouthwash, taking a large sip of it and letting the minty flavour fill my mouth. i spit the liquid into the sink, then hunting for a towel in the linen closet.

i was surprised by the shelves of perfectly folded crisp white towels, i grabbed one and hung it on the hook outside of the glass shower door.

i turned the shower on, at least it wasn't one of those crazy complicated ones. i stripped off the clothes i had on, leaving them in a pile on the floor. i realized i'd left the bathroom door open, but scott was sleeping and it's not like i was in direct eye shot of him anyways.

the hot water flowed over my body, saturating my hair. i looked at my choices of soaps, not fantastic but at least there was separate shampoo and conditioner. i guess he had to maintain his pretty boy curls somehow.

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scott

i rolled over in bed, being gently awoken by the sound of running water. i remembered gab had fallen asleep in my bed last night, the blankets still warm and crumpled up from where she was lying.

i heard the shower running, the steam flooding out of the door, rising up to the ceiling. i'm not sure what i did to reach the showering with the door open level of comfort with her, but i wasn't complaining.

i sat up in bed, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror on the wall opposite to me. i grabbed my shirt by the collar, pulling it over my head. i always overheated when i fell asleep in too many clothes. i sat up against the headboard, checking my phone.

all there was is a single text from ruby, he was going out on a job for the day.

the water stopped, i heard the shower door squeak as she opened it. i could hear her rummage around in the bathroom a little. i truly didn't care, i wanted her to feel at home.

she moved closer to the door, catching my eye in the mirror. the angle of the one on my wall was lined up with the one in the bathroom apparently, i could see her getting herself ready but i tried not to stare, it was weird but i also didn't control mirror physics. not my fault.