Shady's Forbidden Love

Helping Her Recover Pt. 2

Y/n's POV

When Marshall finishes putting the supplies away, I jump off the table.

Do you wanna take the quick shower, now? And no, Y/n, I won't feel bothered and feel like I have to take care of you every single second and blah, blah, blah.

That's not was I was going to say, but okay. I lie to him.

Good. I don't want you to have to go home in those dirty clothes. You've been laying on the ground outside in the dark, unconscious for probably hours.

Yeah. I know.
So, do I just get in? Into the shower?

You kinda have to be in the shower to take a shower, Y/n.

Ok. I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do. This is your household anyway.

Just do whatever routine you do before you take a shower. I'll leave, then you could do your business. Don't injure yourself this time.

Marshall smirks at me. I think that's his favorite thing to do when messing with me. He just can't wipe that little smirk he does off his face, can he?

Wasn't planning too, Marshall.
Okay, you should probably leave so I could take my shower.

Alright. Again, call me if you need anything.

Okay. Although, I promise not to cut my finger against the shower head.

That's probably a good idea. Alright, I'll be waiting downstairs.

Marshall turns around and exits through the door. Okay, I guess I should take off all my clothes. Ugh, I feel so uncomfortable. Stripping naked in some guy's house that I barely know. Whatever. I'll just shake off this feeling.

I start stripping off each article of clothing I have on. First my jacket. Then my tank top, bra, pants, panties, socks, and shoes. I leave my clothes on the bathroom floor, which I'm going to pick up afterwards. I lean the top half of my body into the shower to turn on the water. I run my fingers through the water, until the water is at a warm, decent temperature.

I get in and start washing my body. I do the usual. Soap, shampoo, and conditioner. While I'm doing all of this, I just think to myself.
Okay, Marshall made me dinner, fixed up my bruise, and suggested I got in the shower. I'm guessing after I'm done, he'll be dropping me off back to my house. This was all really sweet. He's really caring for me.

I think back to the moment I had with him when I was sitting on the bathroom table, while he was cleaning my bruise. I remember the pain I felt when he first laid the cotton on it.
The words he said after. I'll try and be a little softer. His voice felt so comforting. His voice was so gentle. It was low, but soothing. I felt comforted and safe when he said those words. And when he lifted up my chin, and looked at me, was when I felt the most secure. All his touches were gentle. The hand on my cheek, the light touches he used against the cotton.

After a while, I turned off the shower when I finished. I'm about to step out, when I realize I'd be dripping wet, naked, if I got out like this.

I see a red robe hanging right next to the shower. Would it be rude if I took it? Nah, it can't be Marshall's anyway. This is the guest bathroom, after all. All the stuff in here, is for everyone welcome to use.

I find a matching red towel next to the robe. I grab that, and dry off my body. After done drying off, I drop that next to the pile of clothes on the floor. I get the robe from the wall hook and put it on. I look around, and realize I have no idea what to do next.