"Did I advance too much?"
Jerrod thought of his progress while he looked around the studio-type apartment of Larissa. From the entrance, where he politely stood, he could see Larissa's bed, kitchen, and living room all in one large room. There is only one door at the far corner of the room, which he guessed would be the bathroom.
He had a cold sweat ever since Larissa crazily drove him to her place. He thought his stagnant progress was suddenly advancing at the speed of light. He never thought he would not have to plot something just to reach Larissa's home.
He felt victorious and, at the same time, felt nervous because he would be alone with a woman in a single large room.
"You shower first."
Jerrod's ears twitched as he sweated even more after hearing Larissa's words. He doesn't want to think pervertedly, but that line is something he could only hear from the ladies he sleeps with.
"W-why do I need to shower? I can just wait for your food and eat."
"You can't. You have too much white powder in your clothes and hair. It would be hard for me to clean if you spread it around my house." Larissa said. She finally calms down after venting all her embarrassment at stepping on the accelerator. She then innocently thought that she had resolved things properly by inviting Jerrod to her house.
She then undressed her convenience store outer jacket and hairnet, which made her look instantly clean because she was only slightly showered by the white powder, unlike Jerrod, who caught all the showers.
"Ehem!"
Jerrod made a fake cough as he felt uncomfortable with Larissa carelessly undressing her outer jacket to only reveal her sleeveless shirt, to which his eyes were drawn by her healthy chest.
"I-I'll go clean myself! That's the bathroom, right?" He hurriedly removed his eyes from Larissa's chest and walked stiffly toward the bathroom and left Larissa.
Bam!
Unintentionally, he closed the door loudly. He then breathed heavily as he leaned against the back of the door.
"What's her deal? Is this part of her plan? Is she seducing me?"
Jerrod was entirely confused about what was happening as he didn't know what was going on with his heart that was crazily beating.
"No! No! Calm down! She only wants to cook food for me!"
Jerrod hurriedly undressed and jumped into the shower to calm himself with the cold water. He spent more time panicking in the shower than cleaning himself. After he calmed down, he finally stepped out of the shower, but once again panicked.
"The fuck is wrong with me!" he exclaimed.
He can't believe that he just threw his clothes on the floor, which soaked everything with water, including his underwear.
"Since it's already wet, I'll just wash it."
He talked to himself as he felt like crying because of his stupidity. He used Larissa's mini washing machine, sitting in the corner of her small bathroom, and waited for it to get done. Even though he has already dried his clothes, they are still cold and wet, which makes it impossible for him to wear it again.
"She lives alone. There is no way she has clothes for me."
Jerrod wondered if he could still have something else to wear. He first hung his clothes inside the shower and then sneakily went out of the bathroom with only a towel on his lower body.
"Larissa? Where are you?"
He wasn't planning to completely go out of the bathroom, but he could not see Larissa around.
"Where did she go? Why leave me alone here? Don't tell me she got scared of me and left?" Jerrod gasped as he became creative with his thoughts.
He then wondered where he could get a change of clothes and carelessly opened Larissa's cabinet, forgetting that this gave him very close contact with the ghost.
Jerrod didn't scream, but his eyes and mouth both opened wide, creating a silent scream as he stopped breathing for a moment. He automatically closed the door, and he dashed away from it.
His eyes became teary, and he ran outside Larissa's apartment, even if he was only wearing a towel.
"Sir?"
Jerrod was about to run the opposite way, but then he turned his body after hearing Larissa's voice. His feet automatically dash toward Larissa to hug her.
"What happened, sir?"
Larissa could feel Jerrod's cold skin that was obviously felt fresh from the shower, but the thing Larissa noticed the most was not Jerrod's trimmed muscles, nor his soft naked skin that was touching her, but what she noticed was how Jerrod's body trembled so much as if he saw something very frightening.
"Sir?"
Larissa wanted to see Jerrod's face to check on him whether he was sick or what was troubling him, but Jerrod hugged her tightly, making it hard for her to push him away. She then became even more worried after she could feel her shoulder getting wet.
"Why are you crying? Sir?"