Reverie [Bruno Mars - Editing]

Chapter eleven

Chapter eleven

I could still hear the water running from the shower when I eventually made enough room to step inside and slide the door shut behind me. Hopefully I'll get better at opening and closing them, my fingers were aching from all the pulling and dragging I had to do, and I'll be able to open and close them with ease like Joseph. Actually, it was enthralling how the door disappeared as the wall when it was closed, as if there was nothing there at all.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the strip of yellow underneath the bathroom door. But even that wasn't enough. I could barely see where I was going and tripped on a fold in the rug. I held on to one of the poster bed's arms for support and eased myself on the bed, my back towards the bathroom. Nerves bit at my stomach, and it twisted in response. How was Bruno going to react once he found me sitting here, completely out of nowhere? I started to tap my right foot, anxiously waiting. I stood up and paced back and forth, playing with my fingers and chewing at my nails. How long does the average male shower? I decided to sit back down. My right foot began to tap again. I tried using my fingers as a comb to fix my hair. It felt like an eternity passed before the shower finally stopped, and I swear my heart along with it.

A few more seconds. And when the door opened, filling the room with light, I couldn't help but catch my breath.

Then, silence. Why was he so quiet? I could see his reflection in the window, just a silhouette. I could see the outline of his curly hair fall to a smooth, curved line as it hit his shoulders. Steam curled from behind him. He was just standing there, still as ever. I never turned around to look at him, though I yearned to see his expression. We were a part of the stillness in the air.

“What a nice surprise.” Bruno shattered the silence with a murmur. I could practically see his amusement, even if I wasn't looking at him.

“Hi,” I breathed, feeling ridiculous that I'm not even looking at him. “Can you just come out here? Put some clothes on first.”

I could feel the weight of his eyes on me. “Are you sure you want me to? Put clothes on, I mean.”

“Pretty sure.”

I watched in the window as his silhouette moved. I heard him shuffle out of the bathroom and I stiffened. “Relax,” Bruno said softly, sounding very close. “Just getting clothes.”

Bruno took the light with him as the bathroom door shut, leaving me in darkness. I didn't know what I expected when Bruno saw me, shower me with ‘I miss yous’? He was half naked anyway. Not much he could do with bare skin showing without causing some discomfort. I started to relax, and my anxious habits thankfully began to dwindle.

The door opened and Bruno appeared walking around the bed, coming beside me. Something about seeing him there in the flesh, safe and unharmed, hit me hard. He was still wearing the same dark jeans but his shirt has changed into a simple, white t-shirt. His hair was dark and damp; shadows were beneath his eyes. I nearly jumped off the bed and wrapped my arms around him. His arms immediately tightened around me and I burrowed my face in his chest. I hadn't noticed before, but I seemed to fit so precisely, like our bodies were made for each other. He smelled like soap and male. Bruno chuckled lightly, pressing his cheek against my hair. “Someone missed me.”

I didn't realize how worried I was until now. “You're here,” I breathed, my voice muffled against his shirt. And you're safe.

He withdrew a couple of inches. “I'm here.” His eyes looked me over, and I could see something foreign to me flicker inside of them. “You all right?”

I nodded slightly, smiling a bit. “I'm all right.” I noticed then how close we were, our chests touching with our every breath, and I pulled away, shyness overtaking me. His arms dropped limply to his sides. He raised his hand a little, as if to reach back out to me, but must've thought better of it as it fell back to his side. “I'm sorry.”