I took a deep breath admiring myself in the mirror after my shower, "everything's gonna be fine," I sighed. Today has been so draining I don't know if I will have the energy to do anything tomorrow, but I have just enough to watch a few movies with Oliver and fall asleep.
"Oliver?" I called through the bathroom door. "Yes?" He answered. "Where's the lotion?" I asked looking around the bathroom for any type of lotion but I wasn't finding any except the hotel kind. "I have some in my bag let me go and get it," he shouted back. A few moments passed and he knocked on the door. "I only have cocoa butter is that okay?" He asked through the door.
"Now you know that's the only lotion I use," I smiled, cracking the door enough to stick my arm through to grab the lotion. "Thank youuuu," I said grabbing the lotion from him and closing the door back. "Your welcome," he laughed.
After applying lotion on my body, I tried on the shirt Oliver gave me. "Ohhh okayy," I smiled to myself after finding that it fit like an oversized shirt on me. "Alright, now let's try these pants," I said attempting to slip my leg into one of the pants legs but was stopped when it reached my thighs. "You know what," I laughed, trying to pull the pants up but they were refusing to go any higher. I stopped and put on the pair of the white Nike socks Oliver gave me and opened the door.
"Oliver," I smiled, walking out the bathroom with the clothes I took off in my arms along with his small sweatpants. "They didn't fit?" He smiled looking me up and down. "Nope," I smiled back. "Where do you want me to put my clothes?" I asked him as I walked closer to the bed. "Ughh, give them to me," he said getting off the bed and walking towards me. I handed Oliver my clothes and his sweatpants and climbed into the bed while he walked into the closet with the clothes.
I took my spot on the bed and slid under the covers while Oliver walked back from the closet. "You want something else to wear?" He asked, climbing in the bed on his side. "Nah, I'm good like this," I replied looking around the room for my phone. "Oliver?" I said softly, making a straight line with my mouth. "Grace," he responded, turning to look at me with his crystal clear blue eyes. His eyes were always so beautiful but now they seemed…different like looking into them gave me chills.
"Where's my phone?" I asked looking down at my hands. For some reason his gaze is hard for me to meet. I don't know what it is about it, but i know that if I make eye contact, I'm gonna laugh or have some stupid grin on my face for him to make fun of.
"In the drawer over there," he said pointing to the nightstand on my side of the bed. I reached over the bed to grab my phone out of the drawer without realizing that I only had on a shirt some socks and NOTHING else.
As I reached over the bed, the shirt instantly flew up, exposing my secret. "OH MY GOSHH!" I screamed as I fell off the side of the bed head first. I hurriedly slithered under the huge bed in embarrassment. I can't believe that happened. Oliver saw my..my..ahhhh. "What am I supposed to do now?" I thought to myself. The room was silent, he said nothing and did nothing.
Ahhh I wanna die, I wanna die so hard right now. I have to run away. As soon as he leaves I'm running away. I can't stay here.
Tears started to run down my face as I sat bawled up under the bed in silence. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. "Why today? Why today out of all days does this have to happen?" I cried, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling on it in frustration.
As I sat and gently cried, I heard Oliver get off the bed and his footsteps on the floor became more and more faint as he got further away. I stayed under the bed not knowing what to do, traumatized that my naked body was exposed to him. Embarrassed and tiered from this humiliating, tragic day, I stretched out under the bed and cried myself to sleep. Why can't this all just be a really bad dream? I need at least 1 win today, but I guess the world wasn't seeing it that way.