"You are sure you'll be okay?" Mica asks me as she swings her bag over her shoulder, and has a look on her face that reminds me of when my mother would go to the market to buy the fruits and vegetables for the month.
"I- I will, we've started to get along much better." I smile to re-assure her. Usually when she gets back on Monday, I bitch about how much I want to leave and how uncomfortable I feel. But I've been feeling much better since last night. We actually had a real conversation, and ended up talking for hours about our lifes.
I obviously had to stretch the truth a bit, because he thinks I'm a perfect little girl who grew up with my perfect little life and rich parents.
He told me he's been bossed around by his father since he can remember.
We ate our food in our swimsuits so for me it was very hard to concentrate.
Like always, he separated the tomatoes from the rest of his meal and thanked me for cooking.
"I'm so happy for you too, finally starting to act like a married couple," Mica smiles at me, and my eyes widen.
"No, no no.. We're just getting along..." I say, and she smirks. Watevs Mica.
After her and the other lovely people head back to the city in the helicopter, I take a deep breath. I hope we continue communicating, I really don't want to feel like shit for the next 2 days.
I'm heading to the room to shower because I have to make lunch and I feel sweaty and gross.
As I enter the bathroom, I hear the shower running but as I turn to see who it is, there's nobody standing there, so I turn it off.
I turn around and run into James. He's boxers, and has a towel in his hand. "Yo- You were gonna use the shower?" I stutter, looking him in the eyes, but my eyes find their way to his torso. I realize I shouldn't be looking at him in this way, with him so exposed... But I just can't look up. His skin is tan(probably because he goes out swimming every day) and each muscle kills me. I literally feel as though someone was shooting me for every part I see from him.
"Um, yes. The water was way too hot, and I left it there a bit so it could cool of." He explained, making his way to the shower door.
I stood there like an idiot, probably drooling and did not move my eyes away from him.
His hands reach down for the hem of his boxers and he suddenly begins lowering them, and that's when I realize I'm really intruding, and I exit the bathroom as quickly as possible.
What has gotten into me? I hear him chuckle and I feel like an idiot.
I take a shower in a bathroom on the first floor, and walk to my room with a towel on my body, and other on my head.
I put my underwear on, still with my towel on, and then some shorts. I let my towel fall to the ground and grab my bra, but hear the door open, and I turn around quickly, covering my breasts.
"James! Get out!" I scream, turning around and giving him my back.
"I'm sorry," He laughs.
"This isn't funny! I'm half naked!" I scream.
"Which is a bigger reason for me to stay." He smiles. I'm going to kill him.
"James. Get out." I try and sound as serious as possible but his smile makes me smile.
"Okay, okay. Whatever the misses says," He lifts his hands in surrender and exits the room.
I take a deep breath and finish putting my bra and, my shirt following.
