ISABEL.
I stood there in the doorway, frozen in place as my gaze drifted to the items on the bed. My heart started racing, and I felt my face flush as I realized what this meant.
But then, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. Mavis was looking at me with a curious expression, and I could see that he was trying to read my thoughts. I swallowed hard, and then a smile spread across my face. Mavis returned the smile, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Is everything alright?"
I simply nodded at him.
As I looked at Mavis, I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. His eyes were intense, and I could tell he was trying to figure out what was going through my mind. But I couldn't hide the truth from him. The items on the bed were stirring something inside me, and I knew he could see it written all over my face. I tried to collect myself, but I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as my thoughts raced.
With a sly grin, he suddenly asked, "What do you think?" I felt my cheeks grow warm, and I looked down at the floor, suddenly feeling awkward and shy. I wasn't sure how to answer his question, but I knew I had to say something. I lifted my gaze and met his eyes, which were full of mischief. I took a deep breath and tried to collect my thoughts, but my mind was racing.
Finally, I stammered, "I... I'm not sure what to think."
He flung his backpack onto the bed with a dramatic sigh and then sprawled out on top of it, his limbs splayed in all directions. I watched as he let out a long, exaggerated groan and buried his face in the pillow. It was clear he was trying to be playful, but his antics were making me even more nervous.
Without lifting his head from the pillow, he turned his gaze toward me and said, "Care to join me?" His voice was light and airy, and I could feel the calm in his words. I hesitated, not sure what to do. Part of me wanted to join him, but another part of me was unsure if that was appropriate. I looked down at the floor again, lost in thought. After a moment, I heard him say, 'It's okay if you don't want to. No pressure.'"
I turned and headed into the bathroom, trying to act casual and calm. But inside, my heart was racing. I turned on the faucet and began to wash my hands, all the while straining to hear if he would say anything. The only sound I heard was the gurgling of the water as it drained from the sink. I felt strangely disappointed as if I had been hoping for some kind of reaction from him.
But then I heard his voice. "Can I join you for a bath?"
I froze in place, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't sure how to respond. The thought of joining him in the bath was both thrilling and terrifying. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. Finally, I heard him say, "It's okay if you don't want to. I just thought it might be nice to relax together."
"Okay, I'm cool with that."
"Really?"
"Sure,"
As I stood there, staring at the running water, I couldn't help but imagine what it would be like if he joined me. I pictured him removing his clothes, one by one, until he was standing before me in nothing but his skin. I imagined him taking off his necklaces, rings, and earrings, and setting them carefully in the wardrobe. I could almost feel his warm breath on my skin, his eyes meeting mine with a look of desire.
My heart was pounding in my chest. Suddenly, I heard his voice again, this time closer than before. "Are you okay? Do you want me to leave you alone?" My mind was racing, and I couldn't seem to form a coherent thought. Finally, I managed to stammer, "I... I don't know." The thoughts of what we did the previous night flashed through my mind and I giggled.
"Are you laughing at me?"
"I'm not laughing at you," I said, trying to reassure him. "It's just... the memories of last night... they're making me feel a little giddy." I hoped he would understand.
"Last night? There was nothing special about last night. Allow me to make tonight memorable for you. Will you?"
A sly smile spread across my face as I heard him say, 'Last night wasn't special?' His words were like a promise, and I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest. I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his.
"And, how are you going to make tonight special?" I asked, my voice full of love for his alluring looks.
"Let me start by giving you a warm bath,"
I watched as he walked over to the water dispenser and turned the knob, filling the bathtub with warm water. I wondered what he was up to, but I decided to trust him and see where this was going.
My heart skipped a beat as I unintentionally caught him taking off his pants. I immediately looked away as a certain thought struck me, he was my step-brother. I tried to push the thought to the back of my mind, but it kept resurfacing, no matter how hard I tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on imagining how the water would feel on my skin, but it was no use. The thought kept coming back, and I couldn't shake it. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, deciding to face the truth. Despite everything, I was drawn to him. And I couldn't deny that any longer.
"Pull your dress off and get in the bathtub." His statement amazed me, he said that so easily. How was he able to do that?
I hesitated for a moment, not sure if I should follow his instructions. But then I decided to trust him and do as he asked. I pulled off my dress, feeling a bit vulnerable and exposed. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping me. When I looked up, he was standing there, a soft smile on his face.
Then he said, "Now, just relax and let the water soothe your body." I took a deep breath and did as he said, letting my body sink into the water.