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But now, I feel that the barriers between us have broken down some… or maybe even a lot.
I study him up and down, trying to see if he’s being flirty or if he’s genuinely being helpful. “Okay, I will.”
I trudge toward the back stairs, wanting to hurry up and get clean before my mind sobers up too much.
I stumble on the stairs a little, and Harrison’s hand is suddenly there to steady me. I feel the warmth of his body through my pant leg, and a sudden desire for him fills me. I remember the way it felt when he thrust himself into me.
I want him again.
And again.
And again.
But I keep myself facing forward.
I step toward the hall bathroom that Jaxon uses, but Harrison takes me by the elbow and steers me toward his room at the end of the hall.
“We don’t want to wake Jaxon up with a loud shower,” he says by my ear.
I wonder what kind of loud shower he’s planning for me to have, but I just accept his reason and go into the master bathroom.
I haven’t been in here yet, and I’m amazed by the way it’s set up. There’s a jacuzzi with jets all along the side. I would love to take a bath, but I know that I just need a quick shower to help clear my hair and get the sticky feeling off me and my clothes.
The shower has glass walls, and the door is hanging open right now.
I briefly remember that I need a towel and soap and things like that. I look toward Harrison. “What towel should I use?”
But he’s already reaching under the sink and pulling out some sample sized shampoos. “Don’t you dare touch my products, but these are hotel quality.”
“What is hotel quality?” I ask.
Harrison smiles. “I got them from a hotel, so they are hotel quality.”
I laugh. “So, you’re giving me stolen products? I didn’t realize that rich people stole products from hotels. I thought that was strictly poor people behavior.”
“How do you think I got so rich? One sample-sized shampoo bottle at a time.”
I laugh, surprised that Harrison and I can have such an easy repertoire.
But then comes the moment where I take my clothes off and actually take a shower. And Harrison isn’t moving. He’s just kind of looking at me, like he wants me to say something.
I kind of look back at him, and I don’t say anything at all. I glance down at his lips and imagine his lips locking on mine.
If I kissed him, would he push me away?
I can’t handle the rejection, so I tease him instead. I turn my back to him and remove my shirt, laying it on one of the basins in case there are any small bits of glass embedded in the fabric.
Then, I unhook my bra, and I feel his breath behind me. There can’t be a lot of space between the two of us, and I can tell that he wants me as much as I want him. But he doesn’t say anything or do anything.
Next come my jeans. I shimmy out of them, then turn around, only wearing my underwear now.
I glance unashamedly at the crotch of Harrison’s pants, and I can tell that he’s gotten hard. I lick my lips slowly, trying to remember why we’re here in the bathroom.
A shower.
I was going to take a shower.
I drag my eyes back up to Harrison’s face, and he’s staring back at me hungrily. At least, I think I’m reading him correctly.
