Flowers || [T.K.]

Chapter 21

Abby's POV

Brandon and I swam in the lake until it was starting to get dark out.

I was a tad bit upset that Brandon had to put his shirt back on as we made our way back to my dad's apartment, but at least his hair was wild and messy- which was just as hot.

He was holding my hand in his and swinging it up and down.

I noticed that my dad's car wasn't in the parking lot when we got back. "Huh, my dad must've went out," I spoke.

"Oh. Does he do that often?" Brandon asked, softly stroking my hand with his thumb.

"Yeah...don't get startled when he comes home with a woman or something, I'm sure they won't bother us."

I looked at him and he was looking back with concern in his big eyes. I let out a sigh and left a kiss on his temple before unlocking the front door with the spare key.

"Does that mean we have the apartment to ourselves?" Brandon wondered as we walked in.

"No! No you don't!" Bradly suddenly exclaimed practically flying out of the kitchen. "Please do not sex on the couch."

I snorted, "we're not going to 'sex' on the couch, Bradly, we're not going to have sex at all."

"Mhm, make sure flower boy wears a condom," Bradly mumbled.

I huffed and pulled Brandon into my room by his wrist.

"Abby, I need to take a shower," Brandon softly whispered.

"Sure, the bathroom is the last door down the hall- do you need a towel?" I saw that his hand began to shake.

"Oh- right, I-I'll have to go alone."

"Brandon-"

"Sorry, I have trouble showering in other people's houses and in public facilities and basically everywhere except my own house, I'm sorry." His hands were shaking more now.

"No, no, Brandon- it's okay, everything is okay. Do you want me come with you? Would that make you more comfortable?"

"A-are you sure? That'd be kind of weird wouldn't it? Being naked with each other? And I wouldn't want to snap my wang in half because I slipped trying to kiss you."

I laughed. "We don't have to get naked, we can keep our swimsuits on. Also, you can use Bradly's showering stuff, he uses pretty generic boy stuff."

Brandon scratches his shoulder awkwardly, "I-I don't use guy stuff-I mean, I use guy soap, but the hair stuff- I use my sisters'."

"You don't? Ohh, that's why your hair smells so good- you can use mine if you want."

He smiled. "Okay."

We grabbed our clean clothes and I grabbed some towels then showed him to the bathroom. I could see the blush on Brandon's cheeks as I shut and locked the door.

I walked passed him and turned on the water. "You're gonna have to take your shirt off again," I sang spinning to face him.

"I guess I do," he muttered before closing his eyes, taking a deep breath and pulling his shirt off. He folded it and set it by our clothes.

I giggled, "you're so hot."

He blushed and looked down from me.

I took the jersey off and sat it with Brandon's shirt. I then stepped into the bathtub, turning the shower on.

"Come on in," I invited Brandon.

He waddled over and stepped in with me. We were standing face-to-face as I closed the curtain.