Wrong Body

7. Shower

Sydney bought the shopping spree pretty quickly. She tried to drag Layla with her, but after a few "No's" and "Stop pulling on me please", she got the memo and left, still ecstatic. Layla sat on the carpet and rubbed her forehead. Michael sat across from her.

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

"I suggest we shower. But with this severe pain I don't know how to do it right," she sighed and played with a curl that was hanging down her forehead.

She could see the gears turning in his head, or rather, her head. He finally spoke.

"We have to shower together."

"What?!" her eyes widened.

"Come on! We've been in each other's bodies I'm sure you already know what I have and I know what you have!" he argued.

"What if someone catches us?" she covered her face.

"That's what locks are for. Come on before we smell even worse," he stood and went towards the bathroom.

He was right, she knew he was. But this didn't make this all the less embarrassing. To see herself naked in person would definitely be a new experience. She let out another sigh and stood, following him. He already had the water running, his arms crossed over his chest to cover up. Her cheeks blushed a bright red before she took her clothes off. Now they both stand there, naked. They tried not to look at each other. Once the water warmed up, they both stepped in. Layla washed him, what used to be her hair, her body. It didn't take that long. Now Michael had to clean her. Since he knew how badly it hurts, he washed her hair like an expert, he knew evey boundary, every nerve that was irritated on her scalp. While the water ran down her body, she noticed a couple spots were lighter than the rest of her skin. She looked into his expression, finding his eyes lingering on them, a storm in his eyes. She could tell he was judging them. Her eyes closed, it was relaxing while he moved on to the body. Then, they both hears a click. Both pairs of eyes snapped to the door. The door knob was jiggling. Panic ran through the both of them. They scrambled for their towels.

"Who is it?!" Layla called out.

No answer. They stared at the knob. It didn't move anymore. Layla felt relieved, but Michael still looked terrified. She went over after getting her towel on and rubbed his arm.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He didn't answer, just grabbed some clothes and slipped them on. She took this time to do the same and turn the water off.

"Lets take a walk," he stated, opening the door.

He zoomed out through the back doors, Layla following close behind. He didn't slow his pace for her, somehow he managed to be faster than her, despite her legs being longer. He sat on a bench. She sat next to him.

"What was that back there?" she looked over at him.

"Nothing," he replied.

She decided not to push him. Now that it came to getting to know each other, neither of them knew what to ask first. Both if their minds were racing, a million questions.

"I'll ask mine first," Michael spoke up.

She nodded.