Chapter six

A very short chapter, but really cute.

It's been a couple hours since I came home and Abby has been upstairs in her bedroom for most of the evening.  My guess is that she took a long shower and probably fell back asleep.  I haven't seen her eat much since yesterday and I can't find any evidence in the kitchen that suggests otherwise. 

I lazily get up from the couch, where I have been watching sports since she went upstairs, and head toward her bedroom.  I knock on the door and when I don't hear a response I open it, sticking my head in expecting to see her asleep, but she's not there. 

I turn around and walk into my bedroom to see that the bathroom door is closed, but I don't hear any running water.  She's obviously not in the shower and I wonder what she's doing.  I knock on the door lightly.

"Abby?  You okay?" 

"Ya, you can come in."  She responds and I'm not sure what to think of her invitation.  I open the door slowly as if there is something in the bathroom so delicate and I see something that I have always imagined I would, but never thought would actually happen.

She's in the bathtub; Abby is in my bathtub!  Yikes!  She's naked in my bathtub and she has just invited me into the bathroom.  I'm squirming and she can tell.  She thinks its funny and she laughs audibly at me.  I approach her slowly, not looking down into the tub, but at her face, giving her a questioning look.  A look that says "Why are you letting me in here?"

"Carter, there are bubbles."  She responds to my unasked question, lifting her arm out of the water to motion toward herself.  I sit down on the steps that lead up to the tub and finally look down at Abby and realize that I can't see anything.  I can't see her naked body because she's covered up to her neck with a huge mound of bubbles. 

"If I knew that you were going to let me in here while you bath, I would have hid the bubble bath." 

I say this jokingly, but I'm giving her a look that suggests that I want her to invite me in.  I think I'm flirting with her and its fun; I'm so sick of pretending like I don't want her.  She already knows my feelings for her, why hide them.

She laughs in response to my comment but she's probably thinking, "you wish!"

"There will always be a next time."  She says sarcastically, but I can tell she's having fun watching me squirm.

 "Hand me that towel." 

I hand her the towel and probably should get up to leave the bathroom, but I stay seated, not sure that she's getting out quite yet.  She reaches over the tub and grabs the towel and starts to get up.  I don't get up to leave and I cant make myself either.  Its like my brain forgot to signal my legs to move.  I think to avert my eyes for a second but then I see what she's doing and I am safe right where I am. She gets up, holding the towel out, shielding my view of her, and then raps it around her body, holding the two ends of it behind her back. 

"I thought I was about to get lucky."  I blurt this out before I even think, afraid now that she might sock me.  But she just laughs. I think she enjoying the attention.

I walk back into my bedroom, leaving Abby to do her girly, nightly rituals in privacy.  I sit on the bed in a daze, replaying the events of the bathtub scene in my mind, over and over again.

"Hey, you hungry?"  She's at my door in sweats and a t-shirt, her wet hair forming into soft waves around her shoulders. 

"For sure, I thought I was going to have to force you to eat." 

She nods her head agreeing that she hasn't had much of an appetite. 

"Well I feel much better now."  I'm glad to hear it.