*Gwyn's POV*
I showered as fast as I could, only to discover, to my horror, that the towel was barely larger than a handtowel. Motherfucker! Maybe that was big enough for a dude with a 20 inch waist, but it would barely cover my hair! However, I wasn't going to say a damned word, I would either get Andy to hand me my clothes or just sprint to the back, and hope like fuck that no one was on the bus. Don't look a fucking gift horse in the mouth.
I poked my head out of the door. "Andy?" He seemed to have gone... I covered my boobs and genitals with the towel and made quickly for the back on tiptoe, accidentally dropping the towel to reach for the door. Oops.
But: I made it! I turned to scout out my clothes, and there was Andy, lying on a bunk, shirtless, arms behind his head, staring unabashedly at my completely naked body. I froze.
"How was your shower?" When he spoke, it broke the spell of terror. I had to concentrate not to get hysterical and panic. This was just a simple misunderstanding.
My arms covered my body parts reflexively as I scrambled for the fallen mini-towel. "I'm, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were back here, I'm really sorry. I will definitely find my clothes." My mind was racing, full of horrible fears. Andy probably thought I was trying to jump his bones like every other bimbo! My eyes darted around, but I didn't see my clothes anywhere. How did weird shit like this always happen to me?
Andy kept looking at me, a steady gaze. "I knew you were coming. If you would like your clothes, they are in the pillowcase under my head." What? "Come get them yourself, or ask me for them. If it's alright with you, though, I'd rather keep them for a while. You decide." He just kept watching me, and developed a very, very small smile.
I didn't understand anything, anymore. There are some things in this world that are, simply put, impossible. And yet, there I was, and there was Andy. I returned his gaze.
Abruptly, I stopped thinking. "You can keep them, for now, if I can have yours."
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The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome
FanfictionGwyn is 34 years old, a successful veterinarian. She works long hours, and moved far away from her friends to take her current job. She's profoundly lonely, and has suffered from dysthymia and episodic major depression her entire adult life. She's a...
