Leather and Lace (Editing)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Ian didn't seem to notice his mother’s judging eyes before she left and continued up the stairs.

"Come up Anna, I'll show you your room." he tells me softly while grabbing my hand and leading me up.

I ignore the tingles in my fingers and pull my hand away. It's not that I don’t like it but I've let it get far enough already. I mean, I'm in his house for christ sakes! What the hell am I thinking. This will only hurt him... Maybe even me in the end. It's not like we can be together.

We're just too different.

But of course Ian is as stubborn as always and totally oblivious to my thoughts, lacing our fingers together once again.

I sigh and roll my eyes but leave my hand in his, I may as well enjoy it while I can.

We come to the top of the stairs and he leads me down the hall until we come to a stop in front of a wooden door.

"This is your room, mines just there." He states, pointing to the door opposite mine. He opens the door in front of us and lets me walk in to look around.

The first thing to catch my attention is the king size bed and I just stand there looking at it stunned. It looks so comfortable... I'm so tempted to go over and sleep. I hadn't even realized how tired I was until now.

"Is this room okay?" 

"It's more than okay... This is amazing." I exclaim, still looking around in awe.

"Oh, the bathrooms just through there."

I think my jaw hit the floor when I registered that. I get my own bathroom?!

I run over, swinging open the door and sure enough there's a shiny clean bathroom. White porcelain bath, double shower, toilet and all the modern features.

"Can I have a shower?" I ask suddenly, embarrassed when I realize what I've just said.

"Of course." Ian states with a small smile. "The towels are just over there... I guess I'll leave you to.. Unless you want me to join you..." A cheeky smirk finds his lips, making my face heats up for some reason.

I clear my throat. "Bye Ian." Dismissing him.

"Are you sure? It's a one time offer...” He says, wiggling his eyebrows and winking.

I turn around and glare at the towel in front of me and snatch it from the rack, winding it up until its tight and whip it out towards his legs with a snap.

He just puts up his hands in defeat and backs all the way out of the room slowly, making me giggle.

Once he closed the door behind him I turned on the water and strip off. When it’s at the right temperature I slip in and just enjoy the water running over my tensed and bruised muscles. This is great.

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I finish rinsing the conditioner out of my hair and turn off the shower.

Taking the dark purple towel and wrapping it around me, I suddenly realize I have a small problem. I have no fresh clothes.

I study my old ones for a moment but decide there was no way I would wear them tonight.

With a sigh I walk out and knock on Ian's door hesitantly.

"Come in!" He calls out. I open the door and see Ian sitting on his bed with a laptop in front of him.