Earth (Complete)

Fourteen

He stood in the center of my room, hands pocketed, waiting for me to give further instruction. I shut the window and dimmed it, then fast walked to the other side of the room in a panic to switch on some lights. He watched me in amusement as I ran around the room like I had no head and remained silent. I grabbed a towel from the cupboard by my door and handed it to him.

"You can go first."

He frowned amusingly. "What kind of man would I be if I didn't let the lady go first?"

"A normal one." I countered and he gave me a look. "Just get in the shower, Dylan." I commanded.

He smirked. "You're not gonna join me?" Taking a deep breath in and out, I shook my head and pushed past him, taking a seat on my bed and opened my phone in attempts to distract myself.

"You know where the bathroom is."

He chuckled. "That I do. I'll be out in a second."

"Take your time."

Another little laugh escaped his lips and it took me all my might not to melt as it slipped. Turning on his heel, he flung the towel over his shoulder and pranced into the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, my phone was disregarded like it never even existed and I sat up to stare at my tinted glass bathroom door. For what lay behind, was something I craved to see.

I hungered for those rippling muscles running down his back, and front, those soft thick lips that threatened to consume me whole, and those beautiful callused hands. Roughed up from life in 58, Dylan's hands were nothing near to soft and tender like mine. But that's what made it so damn sexy. I loved every inch of his hard hands and craved nothing more.

Water fell from the shower not long after he entered the bathroom, which made me boost up from my bed and caused me to pace around my room. Maybe... I should join him.

No.

I couldn't. If I lost my virginity before marriage and gay Vangogh is the idiot I land up marrying, I don't doubt for a second I'll be a divorced women right after he finds out, not that he'd care anyway. But I'm sure he'd use any excuse to get away from me so he could fool around with the gardener or something. I'll land up living with my mother for all eternity. And there wasn't any doubt that I'd lose my virginity if I stepped into that bathroom. But, to my horror, he called my name and just as expected, I ended up right in front of the door, itching for him to tell me what he wanted.

"Shampoo?"

Without thought, I pressed the button to open the door and took a step in, stating, "It's in the–"

Oh, holy hell.

My quick sentence was cut off by a naked man, rippled and built in all the right places. Wet hair left tiny droplets of water tinkling down his slightly defined chest, lining the ghostly abs on his tummy, falling into his deep v-line, and then to his... Fuck.

"Janie?" His voice was laced with amusement, as was his face, which I wanted to lick dry. Along with all the other previously stated body parts. Why had I come in here again? He grinned at me and repeated, "Shampoo?" My eyes shot up to his and as soon as I realised what I was doing, they slapped shut.

"It's in the shower." I forced the words out of my mouth.

"Oh." He said delightfully. After which I heard a bottle lid pop and a liquid squirting out. "Must've missed that."

I finally opened my eyes to glare at him and his clothing sitting on my toilet suddenly caught my eye. I hastily grabbed them after letting out a heavy breath and exited the bathroom as quickly as I could. Okay, what just happened?