SOOKIE'S POV
Sookie ran to her room, slamming the door behind her. She probably looked like some sort of two-bit hussy with just that sorry excuse of a towel! Sookie shook her head and imagined all the things her Gran would say if she knew some STRANGER had seen her practically naked!
Gran. Now there was a woman full of surprises. Sookie had called her the day before to keep her updated on the living situation, and instead of being disappointed in Sookie for living with THREE men (out of wedlock, of course), she actually seemed THRILLED with the idea. Sookie couldn't believe her ears when Gran even suggested flaunting the three gorgeous young men in front of Bill to "make him squirm a little" or "see what he's missing".
Remembering her strict time frame, Sookie discarded the "washcloth" and reached for the pile of clothes she had set aside for the day. She had barely slid her underwear on before more bad news found her: she had left the bathroom without grabbing her things. The most important of those things would be her bra.
It wasn't exactly her fault. Eric Northman was on display wearing just a pair of boxer-briefs. Very distracting. Besides, Sookie wasn't about to bend over in just that towel.
"Argh! YOU HAVE GOT. TO. BE. KIDDING ME!" Sookie took a quick glance to the lone suitcase in her giant room, but she knew full and well the one and only bra she had brought with her since leaving Bill was still inside that shower stall; the same shower her sexy roommate Eric was now occupying.
Sookie zipped up her jeans and threw her t-shirt on (sans bra). It was a light grey shirt with a running wizard on it labeled "fantasy football". The shirt always reminded her of her brother Jason.
Taking deep calming breaths, Sookie walked barefoot back to the bathroom she was once quite fond of. The shower was running and her heart was racing.
"Umm, Eric?" Sookie gripped the tiny towel she had borrowed from him. "I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I kind of left in a hurry earlier and left some things in the shower." Sookie waited a few seconds but got no response. "Eric?"
A bombardment of her clothes came flying over the curtain, the bra in question conveniently landing on her head. Sookie was mortified. Her most beautiful roommate, whom she hardly knew, had not only seen the great majority of her body but had handled her unmentionables, too.
She grumbled her thanks to Eric and tossed her pajamas into her locker, slamming it shut to convey her aggravation for his lack of manners. Just as she was about to hang his towel back on it's rightful hook, he finally spoke.
"Oh Sookie, dear?" he called sweetly. She stepped cautiously towards his shower.
"Y-yes?" Was this some sort of trap, or worse, was he going to prank her somehow?
"Aren't you forgetting something else?" Sookie was stunned. What else did she need besides her bra? Before she could figure out what he was speaking of, she heard familiar squeaking as the shower stopped. The curtain was ripped back and Sookie nearly jumped.
"EEEP!" Her eyes squeezed shut and she shielded his body from her with his own towel. What was he thinking, stepping out completely naked like that? She wondered if she was actually glad she didn't catch a glimpse of him entirely of it was more disappointing that she didn't. The tiny towel was ripped from her grasp but Sookie kept her eyes shut tightly with her head turned slightly to the side. Were all men this showy of their bodies, or was it just her roommates? He coughed so she cracked open an eye to make sure he was decent.
Eric in boxers had nothing on post-shower towel-clad Eric. He brought both of his arms up as he brushed his dripping blonde locks back behind his ears and Sookie gulped audibly. Biting her lip, Sookie memorized each flexing muscle from his biceps all the way down to the offensive towel. Even his strong calf muscles were panty-droppingly sexy.
He coughed again and Sookie snapped back to reality. Her eyes met his and suddenly she knew what she had left in the shower. Eric was wearing her thick glasss on the tip of his nose; smirking. If those glasses weren't steamed up from his recent shower they sure as hell could have been fogged from the ragged breaths Sookie was taking to keep her cool.
"I like your shirt." She glanced down since she had completely forgotten what she was even wearing and realized how hard her nipples had become while gawking at Eric.
She had had enough of his teasing. Sookie collected herself and with fire in her eyes stepped right up to the Swedish sex god before her. Standing on her toes, she reached up and plucked her frames from his perfect face. She dropped back onto her heels with a defiant smile, and thanked him promptly before marching back to her room, bra in hand.
