Page 51 of Angelic Vengeance

I took a deep breath and turned my back to her.

“Keep your underwear on.”

Silence.

I waited but nothing.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“I’m not wearing a bra.” Her soft voice barely audible over the shower, went straight to my dick. But the vulnerability of her words hit me right in the chest.

“I won’t look.”

A moment of hesitation.

A second of doubt.

Then ruffle sounds filled the air, followed by the drop of her wet clothes on the black tiles.

“Done.”

I kicked her clothes into a pile in the corner of the shower.

“Hey!”

“I’ll get you new ones.” The sentence left me naturally before I even knew what I was saying.

Turning around, I finished setting up the shower for her. I didn’t look, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see Maria with her arms crossed over her chest, along with a pop of the color red.

A red. Fucking. Thong.

“Wash your hair too,” I grunted, walking to the fogged-up shower door.

“What about you?”

Fuck me.

I kept my back to her. “What about me?”

“You jumped in after me. You’ll get pneumonia too.”

“I’ll be fine. There’s towels–”

“You don’t get to do that. If you die, I don’t want it to be because of me.”

The fucking irony.

“Just… keep your underwear on.” She repeated my earlier words.

This wasn’t good. I could use any of the other four bathrooms. I could tell her about the other four bathrooms.

Staying was a bad idea.

My hands went to the back of my neck and I pulled my T-shirt off.

Don’t do it.

I kicked off my shoes.

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