I stood up quickly, making some rustling noises and put my gun back into
its holster. I don't want her to think I was trying to kill her.
"Hello?"
She sounded scared, better not make this look any worse.
I showed myself to her and she gasped, I could feel myself blush, this was a really stupid predicament.
I acted cool again, can't loose my nerve. I leaned against the wall, like nothing happened. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. She could be naked, and she'll hate me if I snuck a peek at her breasts. It's happened before, I was walking down the hallway one night and she stepped out of the bathroom. It was really steamy, so I accidentally grabbed her already loose towel off of her body when I fell... Like around her chest area. In other words, I unintentionally grabbed her boobs. They were pretty firm even though I didn't actually get a look at them, but I liked th- While I was recalling that memory heard her walk back into the bathroom and grab something, most likely her Glock.
"I believe you have some money of mine?" I asked her, and absentmindedly took a cigarette out of my pocket and put it in my mouth. I'm so cool. She'll definitely be pissed.
"You won't get crap from me-?!"She paused her rambling. "Spike!?"
I opened my eyes, she was wrapped in a towel. Her body and hair were dripping with water, making the wooden floor move a few steps closer to rotting. She had her handgun pointed right at me
"Spike? Wha- What are you doing here!?" She look startled and stepped back. My mission was complete.
"Hey" I purposely checked her out, noticing once again of her beauty. All wet like that made her look very good, well good enough for me. I noticed her breasts again and remembered that time when she stepped ot of the bathroom in front of me. I'd like to keep that memory, it was rather nice compared to my other shitty memories of the dickwads at the Red Dragon Headquarters and all of my mentors. I don't feel like thinking of them now, but once a thought gets plugged in my mind, I can't get it unplugged. I noticed the pictures I took from the refrigerator when I arrived. I'll ask her about those.
An Author's Note: I'm sorry for the short chapters, I don't know what's up. It feels much longer that it really is. I guess my heart's just not in it.
"Hello?"
She sounded scared, better not make this look any worse.
I showed myself to her and she gasped, I could feel myself blush, this was a really stupid predicament.
I acted cool again, can't loose my nerve. I leaned against the wall, like nothing happened. I hadn't even opened my eyes yet. She could be naked, and she'll hate me if I snuck a peek at her breasts. It's happened before, I was walking down the hallway one night and she stepped out of the bathroom. It was really steamy, so I accidentally grabbed her already loose towel off of her body when I fell... Like around her chest area. In other words, I unintentionally grabbed her boobs. They were pretty firm even though I didn't actually get a look at them, but I liked th- While I was recalling that memory heard her walk back into the bathroom and grab something, most likely her Glock.
"I believe you have some money of mine?" I asked her, and absentmindedly took a cigarette out of my pocket and put it in my mouth. I'm so cool. She'll definitely be pissed.
"You won't get crap from me-?!"She paused her rambling. "Spike!?"
I opened my eyes, she was wrapped in a towel. Her body and hair were dripping with water, making the wooden floor move a few steps closer to rotting. She had her handgun pointed right at me
"Spike? Wha- What are you doing here!?" She look startled and stepped back. My mission was complete.
"Hey" I purposely checked her out, noticing once again of her beauty. All wet like that made her look very good, well good enough for me. I noticed her breasts again and remembered that time when she stepped ot of the bathroom in front of me. I'd like to keep that memory, it was rather nice compared to my other shitty memories of the dickwads at the Red Dragon Headquarters and all of my mentors. I don't feel like thinking of them now, but once a thought gets plugged in my mind, I can't get it unplugged. I noticed the pictures I took from the refrigerator when I arrived. I'll ask her about those.
An Author's Note: I'm sorry for the short chapters, I don't know what's up. It feels much longer that it really is. I guess my heart's just not in it.