Leaning to the wall of her bathroom, she was trying to control her hammering heart.
Last night…
Last night, he was the one she kissed. He was the one she felt under her palms.
He was the one who made her stop otherwise she wanted to go further.
She took the shower absent-mindedly and then didn't know how to come out. She shouldn't have shown him her weakness.
Standing on the bathroom floor in nothing but her robe was making her sweat again when someone knocked on the door.
"Marissa," she heard his gentle voice, "Come out."
"I'm not done yet," she called out tiredly.
"Yes, you are. There has been no shower sound for the past few minutes. Come out!"
He was right. She couldn't spend her whole life in the damn bathroom.
She opened the door slowly and thankfully he was dressed now. All skin was covered under that t-shirt and cotton trousers.
