"Please don't hurt me" I begged.
"Oh I'm not going to hurt you... not as long as you behave yourself" he said, leaning his face closer to mine. I could feel his hot breath on my face and I could smell his cologne, it was a scent of musk and somethin...
I always thought it was a calm way to think about things that troubled me. I do it all the time, just me and the soothing sound of water in the background.
Letting out a sigh I felt my body relax as I let the stream wash away the stress of the past days. I lathered my hair with shampoo, the froth of the shampoo spreading through my wet strands.
Feeling content at the little action,my thoughts drifted to the day before, when Anthony left without saying much. There was frustration in his eyes, and I had a nagging feeling that something might be bothering him, something he was not telling me. But I didn't know if I could ask him or not.
I rinsed my hair, the water running down my back in gentle rivulets. Then I reached for the bottle of body wash, a delicate scent of lavender filling the small bathroom lathering the fragrant liquid onto my skin.
The water ran down my body, taking away the suds. Running my hand over my skin, I noticed how it's become more sensitive lately.
Memories of his touch crossed my mind, a wave of warmth and desire washing over- no... I can't be thinking about that now, what's wrong with me?
I shut off the shower, the sound of the running water ceasing, leaving the bathroom eerily silent. Grabbing a towel and wrapping it around myself I walked back to the bedroom. I caught a glimpse of myelf in the mirror. The curve of my body outlined by the towel, making me seem almost fragile and vulnerable...
Then I stood fully in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My face was bare of anything, eyes still a little puffy from sleep. I looked like I could crumble at any moment, like all it takes is one breath to... I shook my head, shaking off the thought.
What am I doing, just staring like this? I should get dressed... Maybe something is wrong with me.
I walked over to the wardrobe, the hardwood floor cool under my feet. Opening the doors, I looked at the clothes hanging there. I knew what I wanted to wear, I already picked it out in her mind. It's comfortable but still attractive, something I knew he'll like...
I took the dress out of the wardrobe, holding it up against myself. The white fabric was delicate, the small floral prints feminine. I slipped the dress on, the spaghetti straps falling over my shoulders and baring my collarbones.
The ruffles at the bottom flowed around my legs as I put it on, the slit coming up my thigh as I moved. I reached for the white cardigan, the material soft under my fingers as I pulled it on. Then I added a pair of white strappy sandals to complete the outfit.
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I straightened out my dress once more before heading out of my room. Anthony's room is just a few doors down from mine, and he stepped out just as I did.
