I shot up in an awaked state, frantically looking around my surroundings. After a few minutes, my heavy breathing slowly subsided as I realized I was alone. The clock beside me read 6:45 a.m.
What the hell was that?
Here I was, sitting on a king sized bed, in the home of a man that I only met just yesterday and I was having wet dreams about him? I groaned, annoyed, wishing I could just go back to my preferred views on men being unworthy and selfish animals.
How could just one kiss create a chain reaction like this?
I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes. I moved to the side of the bed, ready to place my feet onto the floor, but I just sit there, still contemplating whether I should act like what happened didn't or if I should just stop denying my attraction to Jackson and let moments like yesterday continue to happen.
These thoughts continued to follow my as I trudged into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Being so preoccupied with my confusing thoughts, I had completely forgotten that I didn't have any clothes to change into. For the past day, I hadn't taken a shower and changed what I was wearing. I felt disgusting in my own skin. Glancing at the shower beside me, I couldn't help but let a smile cross my face.
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After showering, I let out a sigh of satisfaction and relief. It felt like I took a shower under a waterfall, letting the water cleanse away my worries. I stepped out, grabbing the soft robe that hung near the shower door. As I glanced down at the floor, a sense of panic began to rise in my chest as I looked down at the puddle of water that was spreading across the floor. Reaching for a towel nearby, I quickly soaked up the mess on the floor. Although this didn't seem necessary, I didn't like the idea of entering someone's home and causing a mess.
As I reached the bathroom door, I stopped in my tracks as I saw Jackson sitting at the foot of the bed with a remote in hand and a tray of food beside him. I didn't know whether to scream or speak up. Not getting a chance to decide either, Jackson turned around to face me.
"Hey..." His voice trailed off as he took me in. I couldn't help but squirm at how low and raspy his voice was, causing goose bumps over my body. His intense gaze that was looking me over wasn't helping the situation any better.
I cleared my throat, shifting in my spot. "Hey, um...do you by any chance...uh, have like clothes for me, you know to wear?" I choked out, pulling the robe I was wearing tighter around me. I felt exposed and quickly adverted my gaze from his, trying to look anywhere else in the room. From the corner of my eyes, I watched as he got up from his spot wordlessly and walked around the corner by the TV. I heard shuffling, but didn't dare move from my spot.
Jackson returned back with a large black hoodie and boxers in hand. He laid them on the bed in front of me. "I found you a hoodie and the smallest shorts I could find." He grinned, shrugging sheepishly.
