x Reader (Mature)

11

Peeling the soaking towel away from your body, you flung it over the door of the shower and made the most of your situation by turning the water on again and letting it wash away everything on your body. You made sure the setting was turned to cold, so that you could also wash away all the sexual thoughts you were having. 

His touch was still heavy on your skin, but the shock of being left alone so suddenly was still heavier and more prominent in your mind. 

There was no question about it, you were definitely going to confront him about it.

You took the sponge from the floor on the side, and started scrubbing your body, thinking about what the best way to confront him would be. 

Should you barge into him room and demand that he stop acting like he needs to escape after every sexual action that comes between the two of you?

Should you lure him first and then make him stay after? 

Should you be adult-like about it or should you go full on sicko mode? 

After making you feel so good and then leaving you, who knows? He needed to be put into his place. 

What the fuck was his problem?

You scrubbed until every single dead skin cell and every single sexual thought had been washed down the drain, and then finished up in the shower with your hair. When you stepped out, every surface of the bathroom was matt with condensation from having water running for two people's showers now. Passing by the mirror, you were just a blurry skin-coloured figure. 

Going into your room, you dried off with a spare towel and flung on some clothes. It was wet rat vibes with your damp hair covering your face, but this place barely had any technology never mind a hair dryer. So natural drying it was. 

You could tell by the time and by the smell of herbs that it was nearly dinner, and it made your stomach compress. Not just because you were still thinking about what happened in the shower... but also because dinner meant that Ryan and Piero would be downstairs with you in one room. 

And that screamed awkward. 

You weren't sure if after a day's work and the events in  shower, you had the energy to thrive in an awkward atmosphere. 

"Cena (dinner)!" Elena shouted from the bottom of the stairs, and it was right on cue. 

You bit your lip, and pushed yourself away from the dresser. 

It didn't matter what happened, you were going to make it as un-awkward as possible. And maybe it you tried to talk to Ryan normally without any sexual tension then you could be.... normal friends? That is, instead of... whatever the hell you were now. 

You hated the fact that he was the one who was in control all of the time. It drove you crazy. 

Thrusting your hip against the door, you opened it and left it unlocked for Ryan to come out, again, out of the kindness of your heart. 

You jumped down the stairs, headstrong and confident, thinking that a strong start to the congregation would mean that you wouldn't allow your nerves to get the better of you. 

"Smells delicious." You commented to Elena with a smile as you walked through the kitchen into the dining room, and took your seat at the table where you usually sat. It looked like you were one of the last to react to the aroma of the herbs, since Piero and Giuseppe were already sat at the table like drooling dogs. 

Your eyes wandered over to Piero for a fraction of a second as you sat down, but he was staring into the door of the kitchen, waiting impatiently for the food to be served and to begin waffling it down. 

Ok good. You thought it would have for sure been a lot worse if you had instead walked in to find him with sad puppy eyes, staring at you and wanting to bring up last night with you in front of everyone. 

Sitting down comfortably on the chair, you tucked one foot under yourself and leaned forward slightly, eager for the food just as much as the other too. 

"Tonight the food smells better than usual, no?" Giuseppe muttered to Piero and you, giving you a comically suspicious side glance as if he was a detective and he had just found out something fishy. 

"Nonsense, the food is always amazing." Piero interjected, shaking his head with certainty. 

You giggled at Giuseppe, and nodded your head in agreement. 

"Elena always fills the house with the smell of oregano."