Hazel's POV
As I lied in the bed I thought, I never remember putting my clothes in Caspar's bathroom, the only bathroom I've used is the one in the hall. Later that evening, I'd assured myself that it was Caspar who'd put my clothes in his bathroom. Why would he have any reason to do that? Did he want me to see him naked? It can't have been a coincidence that he was done showering the second I stepped into the bathroom. My heart beat fast. I wasn't sure if it was that I was scared if that was the case, or it was just because that's what happened when I was around Caspar. My thoughts were interrupted by the impending sleep on my mind. I quickly dozed off before I made myself any more scared.
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I slipped out of Caspar's hold, careful not to wake him. I grabbed an outfit from the closet and headed to the bathroom. I turned the shower on, cold water flowed through the head. I stripped down and got in. The shower was freezing at first but my body quickly acclimated to the colder temperature. I sometimes found myself avoiding the flow of water. I grabbed my razor and started shaving my legs. During this process, I ended up doing something I rarely do, I nicked myself. The cut quickly started to bleed heavily and I attempted to stop the blood with my hand. The cut didn't stop and I just decided to leave it as it was and hope it stopped bleeding soon enough. Not to long later I noticed a bruise on my shoulder, I couldn't remember ever hitting it on anything. That's when I found myself, once again, criticizing my body. Finding all my imperfections and occasionally comparing them to Kelsey's perfections. I hated myself for doing this to myself but it was something I found myself doing regularly nowadays. Finally, I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my chest. I grabbed another towel and tousled my short hair with it until I felt it wasn't sopping wet. I then grabbed my bra and underwear and put them on. Just as my towel hit the ground, leaving me half naked, I heard I knock on the door.
"Yes?" I asked through the wall.
"It's Caspar." His voice sounded sweet and innocent.
"Come in!" My heart started beating fast again. He walked in and smiled, his gaze never leaving my own, obviously not wanting to make me feel uncomfortable. His eyes seemed to be asking a question, an 'Is it okay...' Awkward question that always made anyone feel uncomfortable if it was asked aloud. I answered said question by just kissing him myself. Caspar's hands landed on the small of my back, light, as if he thought I was fragile and would break through a single touch. He quickly hardened his grasp as I jumped up onto him and wrapped my legs around his waist. My heart felt as if it was going to beat out of my chest.
