GUILT

Chapter 3

        The sun shone through the window as Chantelle opened her eyes. At 8:30 a.m., she checked her phone that was blown up by notifications from Shay. She ignored the messages and got out bed to go to the bathroom to start her shower. Chantelle turned on the shower and took off her bra and panties. While waiting on the water to get how she liked, she stared in the mirror and thought about how she was going to see Trae this morning. It made her blush at the thought that she was actually going to see his morning routine. She stepped into the shower and let the water trickle down her body. Her mind rushed through thoughts of the way she enjoyed every bit of Trae. From the way he talks, to the way he kisses her. It turned her on and caused her to want him more and more. All of sudden, there was a knock at the door.

     "Can I come in?" Trae voice sounded deep and raspy, just the way she imagined.

     "Trae, I'm in the shower!"

     "So, what does that mean?"

     "No," she laughed.

     "Why I can't?" Trae asked.

     "You shouldn't see me like this."

     "That doesn't matter to me boo. What if I come in but don't look? I just need to brush my teeth."

     Chantelle heart throbbed at the thought of him being in the same room as her naked. Although he said he wouldn't look, it still caused her to become nervous as hell.

   "Trae, I'm not ready for you to see me like this," she replied.

  "You trust me right?"

  "Yeah, I guess I do."

  "Don't guess, I need you to. C'mon, you're going to have me late." Trae twisted the doorknob.

  The door opened and he closed it behind when he entered. Trae went straight to the sink and grabbed his toothbrush. He put the toothbrush in his mouth and began brushing his beautiful pearly white teeth. Chantelle moved to the other side of the shower to peak through the shower curtain, only to see him standing at the sink with toothpaste running down his chin. He didn't have on a shirt but he wore basketball shorts and socks. Trae's body was impeccable. His muscles were on point and he had veins running throughout his arms. Tattoos covered most of his arms and chest. They were the sexiest thing Chantelle has seen besides looking at Trey Songz's or August Alsina's pictures on Instagram. She stared at him for quite sometime before he looked into the mirror and flashed a smile at her. She felt embarrassed and quickly pulled the shower curtain over her face.

  "Something's wrong?" Trae chuckled.

  Chantelle laughed, "Leave me alone."

"I was just trying to see because you were staring at me for quite sometime now," he laughed.

"How'd you know that?"

"I am in front of a mirror you know, right?"

Chantelle felt dumb and turned off the shower. "Im going to need my towel."

"For what?"

"I have to get dry you know, right?" Chantelle said, mocking him.

"Nah, stay wet. I like it when you're wet," he smiled.

Chantelle blushed, "Trae, stop playing and pass me the damn towel."

"Let me be your towel," Trae laughed.

"Stop messing with me Trae!"

"Come get it then."

"Im not walking out there like this."