(Tyler will be part of this also cheating included)
Upon reaching the bathroom, you turn on the stream of water and realize you've left your towel on the couch. After an exasperated sigh, you decide to scamper out of the safety of the humid bathroom to retrieve it. When you reach the couch, you hear someone clear their throat. Freezing, you look up, meeting Tyler's dark eyes; he'd just walked onto the bus and seen you, in all your glory, stark naked, reaching for a towel.
Your mouth goes dry when you see him pull his teeth over his lower lip, and inhale slowly. Almost shakily. You snap out of your state of shock and snatch the towel off of the couch, pulling it up to cover your modesty (or lack thereof) dropping your eyes to the floor. Before he can say a word, you run to the bathroom, closing the door and turning the lock.
You lean against the door, and slide to the ground, head clutched in your hands.
"What am I doing" you mumble to yourself.
Stepping into the hot water, your mind is once again a whir of thoughts and emotions. It's difficult to process what has happened, mostly because the events that have transpired in the last few days were something you could never fathom happening. You're happy with Josh, and doing anything with Tyler would indefinitely ruin the relationship you had with him, tear apart his relationship with Tyler, and end the band. Any missteps would completely fuck things up for everyone involved, and all of it would be your fault. Yet, you can't deny the feeling you get when you lock eyes with him. There is no way to push that into the back of your mind, and you fear you may have fast-tracked the increase in tension.
Inhaling deeply the mist that rose around you, you push your hair back, forcing yourself to turn off the water. You close your eyes, knowing that sooner or later you must leave the comfort of the warm bathroom and face the problem at hand.
Wrapping your towel around you, you take a deep breath and open the door. Immediately spotting Tyler, sitting on the couch, his head between his hands. You pull the towel around you even tighter, and realize you're gripping the terrycloth with white knuckles. When you turn to go to the bunks, he jumps up
"Could I talk to you?" he murmurs.
"Uh, could I get dressed first?" you retort, tone riddled with sarcasm.
His jaw flexs, and hardens. He looks at you as if he wants to say something but holds back, lips hardening into a
thin line.
"Fine." he spits.
You turn, shuffling back towards your bunk and pull your clothing off of the bed, holding it to your chest. Further securing the towel wrapped around your body, you walk towards the bathroom.
When you reach your small sanctuary, you pick up your bra and realize your hand is shaking. With trembling fingers, you clip the strap around your back, and then step into your underwear. You reach for your shirt but stop when you feel his presence.
His stare is practically burning holes into your back. You turn, and find yourself in the same position as last night, so close, neither of you breathing.
"Let me touch you. Please. I need you." his voice sounds strangled, and his eyes are glued to yours.
"Tyler..."
You tense, letting out quick shallow breaths, unsure of how to react, then, slowly, you bring your hands up to rest on his chest.
The look you share with him lasts a split second before he grabs the back of your head and crushes his mouth to yours, fighting for dominance immediately.
Your lips completely surrender to his, your hands flying up to his face. He grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushes you up against a wall trapping you there with his hips, not breaking the kiss. You break away gasping, grinding your hips into his jeans, his hand grabs your leg and yanks it up around his waist, groaning your name. Breathy moans escape your mouth, as he runs his hands up your torso to cup your breasts, and removes your bra. You groan when his mouth makes contact with your breast, swirling his tongue around its peak.
