After like thirty minutes , the bathroom door opens, and there he is—wrapped in nothing but a towel slung low around his hips.
Is he kidding me?!
The air behind him rolls out in a mist, lingering, filling the bedroom with the scent of his shampoo.
He looks at me smirking as if he is doing everything on purpose, strolling out slowly, as if he owns the place, like he's never been more comfortable.
The light glistens on his damp skin, tiny drops of water catching on his broad shoulders and sliding down his chest.
His hair is wet, pushed back but still dripping, the dark strands clinging to his forehead. It's like he's just stepped out of a movie scene, and all I can do is stare.
He finally glances at me again , catches me looking, and smirks—that ridiculous, confident smirk that he knows gets to me. "Enjoying the view?" he asks, tilting his head slightly, one eyebrow raised.
I feel the heat rush up to my face, but I can't look away. My eyes keep wandering, tracing the lines of muscle, the way his skin glows in the soft light.
My mouth opens, but no words come out, just a laugh, and I shake my head, trying to play it cool, failing miserably.
"Wha.. what do you think you are doing out of the bathroom undressed?!" I finally master my question.
" I can't dress in the bathroom, you seriously don't expect me to dress in the bathroom, do you?"
"No , not at all " I say standing up and head to the door.
"Where to?"
"Like night views so imma go.. go... see." I say not looking back at him.
"Do I make you uncomfortable? I thought we are friends and friends can dress together."
"No you don't make me uncomfortable, not at all."
"What a relief , so then don't leave the room when I dress, I'll be done in a second then we can drink or see the night view together."
He says not giving a chance to say or do anything because he drops his towel. My heart stops , like literary stops. I have no idea why my eyes are staring at it. And looking at it , he really makes me feel less a man.
He takes a sweat pant and puts it on.
I unconsciously continue walking out , I need some air . I feel this certain part of my body lightly throb and I don't want to think what it is.
"Done" I hear him say behind me , standing on the doorway. "A drink or night view?"
"Drink , let's have a drink." I hope that sweeps away everything about this night.
We walk back inside, to the couch, I pour him a full glass and cheer for him to gulp it down hoping that it nocks him off.
But he couldn't gulp it down _ one sip , two sips, three gulps and it has already gotten to him , he can't even sit straight.
Laughing over nothing, I can't believe how hot he looks right now, all smiley and laughy , I've never seen him laugh , his laugh just makes me wanna hear it again and again , and when he smiles sheepishly, his lips prison my eyes , I wanna lean to them! Something is terribly wrong with me , I can't .
I decide to make myself soo drunk that I don't think of this at all . Within a few and I think it has totally gotten to me too , laughing along with him when he says nonsense.
We're like two kids, tipsy and talking nonsense. He's telling me some absurd story from years ago, barely able to get through it because he's laughing so hard.
I can feel my stomach hurting from laughing, but I don't want it to stop. I make fun of him, telling him he's ridiculous, and he just laughs harder, pulling me close, wine sloshing out of his glass onto the couch.
It's chaos, it's carefree, and it feels like nothing else matters right now. Just the two of us, laughing, talking about things that won't make sense in the morning, but tonight… they're everything.
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It's 9 am and he doesn't look like he's gonna wake up anytime soon , I get the Pain relievers and water bottle and leave them on the bedside table because I know very well how he's gonna feel when he wakes up.
I walk out to the beach to join others , but even as I run around , doing some nonsense things , his words keeps popping in my head , I can't stop wondering if he was telling the truth or maybe he was just bluffing due to the alcohol.
When I think about it , goosebumps erect on my whole body .
"Hey! You are zoning out , what's on your mind?" Paige asks pushing me in water .
Everyone else laughs.
She climbs on my back and I carry her ready to go throw her somewhere she won't like that much. But the moment I start walking I hear Adam near the water , clearing his throat , sounding almost purposefully.
He is looking at me with disapproval in his eyes . I find myself letting paige fall down terribly, as if I've just been found doing something wrong.
He is in a suit trouser as usual.. a black one , with a black shirt , unbuttoned half way, neatly folded on the arms , messy my hair and on bare feet.
Everyone had stoped doing what they were doing and the are staring at him , ladies staring like they are seeing something delicious, I can literally see them narrow their eyes on his chest.
Paige was complaining but stops when she sees him. Her face turning pink on the spot.
For some reason I hate it , I hate that they are staring at him like that , and I hate it that he is happily showing his bare chest to all these people.
"Good morning sir.." they greet me.
" Good morning, why did you stop having fun , you go on , I was just checking to confirm you are okay." He says smiling I don't know for what reason, it just makes them look at him even more.
I can't take this anymore , some of this things he's doing here , I thought he just shows them to me alone , but now he's letting everyone see which makes me feel not as important as I thought!
"I never thought you are the kind who enjoys attention that much." I say almost disappointedly.
"No , am not , but I can't stop them throwing their attention at me." He says smirking.
"Then button up and stop smiling sheepishly!" I say unconsciously.
"What?"
"Button. Up. And. Stop. Smiling. Sheepishly." I repeat .
"You are jealous, aren't you?" He asks smirking even harder.
"Hahaha... me ? Jealous? Of what exactly? You said you don't like attention and if that's true then stop seeking it."
"Okay , I'll do it but not because of the attention but because I don't want you to feel insecure when people look at me.
Look M.L , you don't have to feel insecure at all , you've seen things they've never and will never see on me ever, you and you only have that privilege." My body goes numb to his words.
"Talking bulshit again? Speaking of bulshit , now that you are sobber.. do you remember what you said to me yesterday when drunk?" I ask , anticipation killing me , for some reason I wanna know but also for some reasons, I don't.
"I've been trying to remember what happened after the moment you handed that glass to me but ,no , I can't even if I try."
" Then that's a relieve , it's better that way ." I say honestly.
" What did I say ? tell me ."
" No "
"Come on , even just one thing I said "
"That, after a long time of feeling miserable because of the death of your brother , you finally found a source of happiness, and that's me."
"Just that?"
"No , there's worse, trust me you don't wanna hear the others. Besides, you said I tell you just one thing." I say walking away but he pulls me back.
People are now looking at us very curiously.
"See the way people are looking at us curiously, like they are wondering what's with this lovey dovey games? Tell me or I'll shout out that we're together , and that's the reason we shared a room... you know I mean it , I'll say it" he says seriously.
"You do that and am never talking to you ever again." I tell him not sure that it'll work.
" Fine , you win ! But why don't you just tell me ? If it's embarra..." he starts but I cut him.
" You said that you have dreams with me every night , and all the time you fantasize about doing some nasty things to me.There, I said it , is it true ? "
"I.. you.. did I.."
" Yes you did say that! Is it true?"
"I don't know , I really don't know , do you think it's true?" He asks completely looking surprised but something within him says that he doesn't regret it at all.
"Aren't you the one who is supposed to be telling me that , why are you asking me?"
He looks at me as if debating whether he should say something or not .
"Forget it , it's probably alcohol, people talk shit all the time when drunk" I tell him. "And button up" I insist.
"Really ? That's what alcohol do to people? I don't think I should drink ever again if that's the case. Anyway , about the buttoning up , if I do so , you don't get to go around flirting, especially not with miss. Peterson. "
"What?"
"Do you want me to button up or not?"
"Ugh! Whatever " I say walking back to other people while he goes and sits .