He spent about 15 minutes in the shower before coming out wearing his white bathrobe. His hair was dripping slightly as he used a towel to dry it.
She was there staring at him as she thought how sexy he looked wearing his bathrobe allowing her thoughts to stray a bit.
"Aren't you going to get cleaned up?" he said while looking at her.
"Well I don't have any clothes to change into so...." she tried say.
"You can use mine" he interjected before she could finish her statement.
"Thanks but....." she tried to say again.
"I have a sweat suit in there. You can wear it" he continued cutting her off again.
She forced a smile as she was now cornered by this handsome and sexy guy.
'He can see right through all my excuses' she thought.
She then reluctantly accepted his offer and went to the bathroom to take a short shower. When she was finished, she came out wearing his sweat suit.
"It looks good on you" he complimented her.
"Thanks for lending it to me" she said while looking away shyly.
Zaire was now sitting on the couch, wearing the exact sweat suit as the one she had on. While she was there thinking, he got up from where he was seated and approached her. She didn't even noticed until he was standing right in front of her.
Their eyes had finally met and when she tried to move to the left or to the right, he used his hands to block her as he cornered her against the wall.
Her heart started to beat faster when he leaned forward as if he was contemplating on the best angle in which to kiss her her lips.
'Should I push him away and try to get out of here immediately? No, no, I don't know the password! What am I going to do?' she thought.
"Your lips are cute" Zaire whispered in her ear teasingly.
She hurriedly closed her eyes while her hands gripped the sweat suit pants she was wearing. She thought that a kiss now from this stranger was inevitable.
He then ran his fingers through her hair for about 10 seconds while her body froze in motion.
'What is he going to do next?!' she thought as her thoughts began to race.
"Are you going to keep standing there?" she finally heard a voice calling out to her from across the room.
When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting on the couch. He was using his hand to pat where he wanted her to sit, which was beside him. She walked over and sat beside him. She wondered how and when did he move from beside her, but she also felt embarrassed for allowing her thoughts to stray.
"Your hair is wet" he said while showing her the blow dryer.
He then offered to blow dry it for her. He instructed her to turn her back towards him as he gently brushed her hair while blow drying it. Her mind was now put at ease as she began to put all the pieces of the puzzle together.
When he had finished drying her hair, she took the blow dryer from his hand and offered to do the same for him as she wanted to repay him for his kindness.
"That's ok" he said as he stretched out his hand to take the blow dryer from her.
"No it's not" she retorted as she pulled away her hand just in time.
He reaction made him smile.
"I want to do it" she continued.
Seeing how adamant she was, he reluctantly gave in.
YOU ARE READING
The Melancholic Senior
Short Story"I don't know what's worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you've always wanted to be, and feel alone." ― Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon Zaire Christian is an exceptional senior at the prestigious Wilmer's Academy. Gui...
