"You can forgive me," I huff and walk away.
"Where are you going?" he stops me.
"To the bathroom. Don't worry," I sigh.
Ugh—why did I say "don't worry"?
"I just don't like when someone plays with my stuff. I'm sorry." He looks away, placing one hand on his waist.
"It's my fault. You don't have to apologize." I shrug and head to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
Strange. I'm not crying. The old me would be. After such an awkward moment? I'd be in tears by now. I think he infected me—turned me into a bloodless version of him. Well... I'm glad I'm stronger now.
I get out of the shower after washing my body and hair—then it hits me.
I forgot to bring clean clothes.
I've been switching between two outfits: wearing one, washing the other. Now, neither is clean.
I wrap myself in towels and sigh.
"Kyle," I call.
"What?" he replies instantly.
"Uhm, actually... I-I... can you bring me my clean clothes?" I ask awkwardly.
"Oh. Which ones?"
"Like I have many!" I huff. "They're in the second drawer."
"I didn't find them," he says after a moment. Is he teasing?
"Oh wait, wait—they're in the basket," he adds.
Oh my God. I forgot to wash them.
"Do you want me to bring them?" he asks.
"No. No." I huff loudly.
"Okay. I'll lend you my clothes. Open the door."
His clothes? No way!
"No, thank you."
"You sure?"
"No." The word slips out stupidly, and he giggles.
"Open the door, then," he knocks.
"Why?" I snap, hoping he stops making noise.
"To choose which ones fit you."
"You can choose for me," I roll my eyes—even though he can't see it.
I open the door a bit. "What?" I ask through the small gap.
"I won't eat you, don't worry." He smirks and walks to the closet. He pulls out a shirt and jean shorts.
"What about these?" he says, holding them up.
"Good." I snatch them quickly, giving him no reaction to tease.
"Oh, I forgot to bring you a boxer. Your panties are in the basket too," he chuckles.
"Filthy." I spit the word at him.
He returns with a boxer.
"No way I'm wearing that. Thanks," I push him away.
"I don't have a bra for you either. Sorry," he teases.
"When that situation happens to you, I'll lend you mine," I tease back, and he chuckles.
"You don't have huge breasts anyway. Your bra might fit me."
What?
I open the door after quickly changing into his clothes and my same underwear.
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20 Days In His Bedroom
RomanceShe boarded a plane with her family. She left it with a stranger. Twyla never imagined a crash would change everything. One minute, she was the shy girl squeezed between her parents. The next, she was trapped beside him-a complete stranger with shar...
