She Can't Die

5. Eye wanderings, Pink cheeks, and Towel changing arts.

Eye wanderings, Pink cheeks, and Towel changing arts.

One of the boys cough behind me, wanting my full focus now I'm off the phone. I turn and face them, receiving a very pointed look from Ethan, he seems to be waiting for something. I tilt my head to the side wondering what it is he wants. He gestures to the block now hanging loosely in my hand. What's he asking for? Does he expect me to tell him who that was? Since when are we such big sharers?

When all I give him is a raised brow, he mumbles something indecipherable under his breath, and scrubs at his hair. I can't help the twitch of a smirk that comes to my lips, this is pretty amusing. I've not really spent any one on one time with Ethan, other than the occasional TV movie nights I've joined, most of which I fell asleep half way through, we don't exactly hang out.

Seeing my reaction he growls, and drags me towards the bathroom. Yes that's what I said, he actually growled. I can't stop the chuckle that bubbles up out of me. What's wrong with him? More importantly, what's wrong with me? I'm meant to be calming him down not making him mad. But it is amusing. I tend to fuck with Cade's boys quite a bit when I see them, but that's different, as pretty much all they do is throw shit at each other. If you don't join in, your going down.

I tip my head back to my bed, wishing I was enveloped in its soft folds, and catch Caleb who has a very amused look on his face. He winks at me. What is he winking about? Caleb is not a winker, is he? My smirk develops into a full fledged grin. I feel giddy all of a sudden. I poke my tongue out at him, and then find myself facing the bathroom door attached to my room. Ethan is dragging me in. I guess as the only girl, the boys decided it was only fair I got one of the on-suite rooms.

When we are stood directly in front of the shower, Ethan turns me to face him and grunts at me, no real words just a grunt. I flick my eyes back and forth, and I know he wants me to wash off, but he's stood there staring at me. Calab stayed in my room. I blink at Ethan a few times, and watch as he seems to be getting more and more frustrated at my lack of activity. Jeez make your mind up, first I'm an invalid who needs to be carried up the stairs, now I'm not moving fast enough.

After a surge of annoyance washes through me, I tug off my top and hoodie in one smooth motion. Next I reach behind, ignoring the stiff muscles, and start to unbuckle my bra. Ethan is out the door in a flash, but I catch his glowing face before he's gone.

I hear muffled laughter, and a thwack from the other side of the door. I chuckle a little over his embarrassment, it's his own damn fault for standing there waiting impatiently at me. After I've shed the rest of my now, useless clothing, I turn the shower on and stand under its current. I can't help the relieved moan that comes out of me, when the warmth hits my tortured skin, I'm in heaven.

Twenty minutes later I'm stepping out of the shower, feeling a thousand times better, but at the same time, I've gone all mellow, ready to crash. I think I've managed to get the majority of the grime off my body, but it probably will need another scrub tomorrow.

I wrap a towel carefully around my still healing body, and head back into my room, hoping it will be empty now. Unfortunately two boys are sat lounging on my bed, apparently they've made themselves at home. When I step into the room the boys snap their heads up, having had them huddled close together, in some sort of hushed argument. I'm not sure what to think about that.

Caleb gives a small bashful smile and then turns his head away, I think he's biting down on his lip, but I can't be positive at the angle he's facing now. I can definitely see a pink tinge to his well-defined cheekbones though.

Ethan, apparently, doesn't do bashful, or blushing, he looks me up and down, slower than sin, and I can almost feel the heat in his eyes scotch down my body as he does. He pauses at the top of the towel, and then again the bottom. But by the time he makes his way back up, I've managed to fix a harsh glare on my face. He just stares deeply into my eyes for a second, all broody and 'Look at me looking at you', then smirks and flicks his eyes away, too. Ass.

Don't get me wrong the boy is pretty damn fine, in a rugged animal sort of way, but he also happens to irritate the hell out of me. I like a good back and forth, but the way he acts all superior just makes me want to whack him over the head. One day, I plan to.

I go to my mini wardrobe, dig out some shorts and a sleep top, then shove the top on over the towel, letting the towel drop to the ground when I'm sure the top will be covering everything up, and then I yank the shorts up. The whole process takes about 10 seconds, if that. I'm well practiced in the art of getting changed in front of people, yet keeping myself decently shielded. Its an art form, no doubts. The top I have on is one of my most soft, and cosy options. I stole it from Cade. It's so long it covers the shorts. I live in a house of boys though so I always wear it with bottoms. 

Dressed I twist back round and shuffle my feet to my bed, not looking at the boys who are still sat on in until I reach it. They are both looking right at me, waiting. But I'm so done with this for tonight. I shove at Ethan's side, and it's so unexpected he actually falls onto his side, and into Caleb. Now I have the space to get under the covers I waste no time. I dive under, and then I wiggle around until I find that comfy spot. My eyes close, I let out a sigh, and let everything else fade away.

Before I'm completely out I feel the bed move, and then lift. Then the light behind my lids darken, and I hear the click of the bedroom door shutting closed. I feel the emptiness of the room. Though I have a sneaking suspicion that this is far from over.