The door was unlocked because it was broken. The water was running into the bathtub. The music was echoing, and I was taking my clothes off.
He was in my head, and I was in his apartment. I don't know why I was there. I just was.
There had been something in between us, I knew he liked me and he knew I liked him, but neither of us dared to say anything. We just kept playing with each other. With our words, with our eyes, and with our intentions.
I was thinking about the topic to discuss with him when suddenly the door unbolted.
I turned around and saw that he was standing there, fully dressed, staring into my eyes.
My words had sunk into my chest. I was too astounded.
He kept standing there, as if glued to the floor, his eyes not moving an inch away from my eyes, as if he did not notice I was naked.
He took my name with heavy breaths, shaking my whole being, and added, "what – what is happening?"
I said nothing, but the astonishment faded off my skin. I walked to him and cupped his cheek, caressing it with everything I was feeling inside.
"You are – doing this." He said, helplessness evident in his tone.
I grasped his hand and led him to the bathtub. I made him sit at the edge, and I, myself, sat inside it.
The water seeped down in a heavy stream, but his eyes remained glued to me. I smiled so faintly, that was how I was feeling, so heavy to even smile properly.
END OF THE WIP
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