Not only July who felt nervous, David did the same. He sat down hastily. He rubbed his face, maybe there was something that came out of his mouth. Ugh, so embarrassing right?
"Sorry, miss, I fell asleep," sorry David. Making sure there was no saliva dripping on the tip of the lips, David scrambled to his feet. "Is there anything else I can do to help?"
July stoops down - grabs the cup - and sits down. "Nothing. Just sit down and talk to me."
Watching July sitting on her folded legs hang, casting a shadow of two things David had found in his room, reappearing. The obscene brain runs through David's mind.
Is she wearing anything in there? Any chance that one pull of that towel might make the innocent body show up? Fuck. fuck! These stupid questions keep coming into David's brain.
David's sitting down. Despite his nervousness, David tried to calm down whenever possible. Of course David didn't want July to get all mixed up.
