Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I felt so nervous. I heard her shut the door behind us and I turned around to her, "You mind if I go take a shower?" I asked.

"No! Go ahead! I had one this morning so I'll get changed into my pyjamas." She smiled.

I made my way into the en suite bathroom and started the shower running, letting it warm up as I undressed, the steam was filling up the bathroom so I cracked the door open a little, I'm sure Grace wouldn't come in anyway.

Opening the glass door of the shower cubicle I stepped in letting the hot water cascade down onto my tense body, I did nothing but stand there for a matter of minutes, thinking about tonight, would anything happen?

Would she try anything?
Should I take Bill up on his words and 'give her a little something'?
Was it still too early?
We've only been together 3 days!
I still had to get the rest of my own back on her for what she did to me in the limo!
Was I scared, I don't know, it's just sleeping though right?
No shenanigans...?
Was I excited?
I mean, I love being close to her, it will be something of a thrill, something new, I know I'm gonna like it!
It's just...there's always a possibility.

These thoughts were still running marathons in my head whilst I washed my hair and body, eventually I turned off the water and stepped out of the cubicle.

I grabbed one of the white, Egyptian cotton towels with golden embroidery, it was warm from the radiator, I wrapped it around my waist.

I looked around, damn! I forgot my pyjamas, I'm so used to having my own bathroom I didn't bring them in! I guess it's no big deal through, Grace has seen me shirtless before, and wet for that matter, so, it's no biggie...right?