I don't know how long Anthony and I stared at each other, but eventually I sat up fully in my bed and ran my hands through my sweat-matted curls. His eyes turned less shocked and more assessing, taking in every inch of my slightly shaking and sweaty frame.
"Good morning, Anthony. Did you need something?" I say as steadily as I can while I glance to the opposite side of the room and see that Chris is already gone.
"Breakfast is ready. You have time to get ready if you want or can just come down, it's fine either way."
Well, it looks like we weren't addressing the elephant in the room. Thank fuck. With a nod and tight smile, Anthony walks out and closes the door behind me. I press my palms against my eyes as I involuntarily let out a bone-deep tired sigh. Dreaming of her always fucked me up and I was not excited about having to see the Millers while I'm in this state.
I take advantage of the fact that Anthony said I could get ready to take off the clothes I slightly sweated in tonight. I wipe myself down with the towel I used yesterday and hang it near my bed. I grab some spare clothes from my bag. A thin white t-shirt, some grey sweats, and a new pair of briefs. I change quickly and put it in the hamper that I've been putting my dirty clothes in. I assumed it was mine because there was an identical one on Chris's side. Hopefully it was mine.
I made a pit stop to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face, and tried to tame my hair, but I ultimately gave up. I took time to recollect fully as I finished brushing my teeth. With one more rinse, I knew I couldn't keep avoiding the breakfast table.
With a sigh and the feeling of cold wood presses against my bare feet I go downstairs and hope breakfast passes quickly.