How Could This Be Real?

74. I'm All Yours

This chapter is um... well, they do things that, you know, you would... assume they'd do at a hotel... You don't have to read it if you don't like that kinda stuff, but I don't go into smut detail and I hopefully never will. It just kinda skims over that part so it's not really that bad, not enough to make me rate the story mature at least, or I don't think so anyway. It is kind of important to the story but I think you'd be fine if you skipped it; it's short and you wouldn't really be missing anything. But yeah, just letting you know. If you read it and then regret it, don't say I didn't warn you lol.

Update: In other words, if you could rate individual chapters mature, I would probably mark this one, so read at your own risk.

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Once we got back, I set my bags on the floor in our room and pulled off my sweatshirt. "I'm going to take a shower, kay?"

I grabbed some pajamas and went to open the bathroom door, but he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and set his chin on my shoulder. "Want me to come with you?"

I smiled and leaned my head against his, slowly running my hands along his arms. "You want to?"

He stuck his fingers in the waistband of my jeans and nibbled my ear, "Mhmm."

I met his hands and wrapped my own around them, "Well, in that case..." I quickly pushed them away from me and shot into the bathroom, leaving the door open just wide enough to stick my head out and smirk at him. "No."

He gawked at me, "What do you mean, 'no'?"

I shrugged, "Just no."

"Well why not?" he asked, crossing his arms.

I chuckled, "Because it's what you want and my job as your girlfriend is to keep you from what you want."

He scoffed and tried to push the door open further, but I didn't let it budge. "Since when?"

"Since I said so."

"But it's fun!" he whined.

I leaned forward just enough to make him think that I was going to kiss him and flashed my eyebrows, "Too bad." With that, I shut the door in his face.

"Hey!"

I laughed and looked down at the handle, suddenly realizing that there wasn't a lock. Who the heck doesn't put a lock on a bathroom door? I sighed and just hoped that he wouldn't try to come in.

"Why are you such a tease recently?" he asked, sounding slightly annoyed.

I started stripping down and said with a smirk, "What? You don't like it when I mess with you?" I was mocking him from when I came for a visit and he said 'don't deny it, you like it when I mess with you'.

"Ha, ha, very funny," he muttered.

I turned on the water and waited a minute for it to get warm, then stepped under the calming stream and slid the shower door closed. I started singing quietly to myself and drifted away into my own little world for a while. When I was done with my wash, I stuck my arm out to grab the towel I'd set on the counter, but it wasn't there. It probably fell on the floor, I thought and crouched to let my hand explore the cool tile. Still nothing? I frowned and stepped out of the shower to look around. Not only had my towel disappeared, but so had the clothes I'd brought in with me.

I groaned, "David, really?"

"Did you say something love?" he called from the room, quite smugly I might add.

I walked up to the door, "Can I please have my clothes back?"

"No," he replied simply.

"Why not?"