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       #Post#: 368638--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Johnah
       Date: November 22, 2014, 1:16 pm
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       Burned.
       Garrett’s hand and tongue only had one more minute against her
       skin before someone tore him away from her. Even then Autumn
       kept her eyes closed, leaning heavily against the wall for
       support - it was the only thing keeping her on her feet, her
       whole body was shaking and even with him off of her it still
       felt like he was touching her. She felt slimy, nasty. She needed
       to clean every last ounce of him off her skin. Garrett was a
       coworker, a friend, someone she trusted enough to go on a date
       with. And look at her, made a fool, would’ve been taken
       advantage of if it weren’t for her savior; the one and only
       Clark.
       Safe.
       Brown eyes fluttered open when his now calm voice tickled her
       ears. With Garrett gone she felt more secure, but Clark was
       still a wild card. Who knew when he would break? Autumn didn’t
       answer his question, and when he ushered her into the room she
       flinched away from his encouraging hand. She didn’t want to be
       touched, or even looked at. Her body continued its shaking, even
       with Garrett gone. And when she sat in the proffered seat she
       wrapped her arms around herself as a makeshift shield from the
       outside world.
       The last time she felt so used and vulnerable was when she was a
       kid; picked on for her gawky teeth and her flat chest. That was
       the last time she told herself she could cry. She was strong,
       independent; but right now the thing she wanted most was to cry
       to her mother. Autumn imagined being wrapped up in those soft
       arms - arms that had no implications of immense muscle, but were
       strong in their own way - being rocked back and forth, magical
       kisses placed on top of her head with words that could protect
       her from anything. In the worst of times, Autumn was able to
       find safety in her mother, but right now her mother was hours
       away and Autumn was in no condition to drive all the way there.
       Break.
       Thinking of her mother was a bad idea. It only took a matter of
       seconds before tears started falling from her eyes. Hands moved
       to cover her face so Clark couldn’t see - how embarrassing. Now
       he must think of her as some crybaby whore.
       Clark’s questions rolled right off her, ignored for the time
       being as her sobs quaked her body. It took only five minutes for
       her to buck up and stop crying. Now was not the time to cry. Now
       was the time to get the hell out of there. Watery brown eyes
       looked up, finally connecting with Clark’s. “I want to go
       home..” Her voice was small and timid, like a scared child -
       which suited her quite well at the current moment. Autumn shot
       up out of her seat, taking several steps away from him to ensure
       he couldn’t attack her like Garrett. “I want to go home.” She
       said, this time with more confidence. Her shaking had never
       stopped, but it became more tamed as she gained more control
       over herself, stray tears fell from her eyes but she didn’t look
       like she was going to break down again - especially in front of
       him.
       Despite her words, Autumn had yet to make a move for the door
       and leave. Maybe it was because he was positioned between her
       and the door, so she was scared. Or perhaps it was because she
       finally noticed the concern in his eyes; she could trust him. He
       had yet to make a move on her even when she was most vulnerable.
       Oh boy.
       It was coming. Lips turned down into a frown, eyes forced shut
       and tears began to fall again. The woman threw herself at him,
       burying her face into his chest despite the sweat that covered
       him. Her arms were cradled to her chest, and she looked to him
       for nothing more than safety. He’d stop Garrett’s attack, and
       sat there when she was crying. It was up to him what he was
       going to do now.
       #Post#: 368653--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Chain
       Date: November 22, 2014, 2:57 pm
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       It was decided.  Clark didn't like Autumn. He didn't like the
       way she looked at him.  Eyes that feared him were even worse
       than eyes that judged him.  In a way,  it was just another form
       of judgement. They saw him as a beast.  A wild animal with no
       form of training or values. Just because we was an underground
       fighter didn't mean he was an inherently violent Person,  and if
       she didn't realize that then she was the one who deserved to be
       left alone!
       But then Clark realized that he was being too hard on her.  She
       had just been assaulted!  He could have raped her,  even killed
       her!  Of course she was afraid! She would be afraid of anyone at
       this point!  Especially a stranger! He released a quiet sigh and
       then did something she had never seen him do before;  he smiled.
       It wasn't a big,  cheesy smile,  but a soft and comforting one,
       one that was welcoming. But it quickly faded as the woman's fear
       was replaced with overwhelming emotion,  and she burst into
       tears. He wasn't sure what to do!  He didn't want to touch her
       and bother her more,  but he didn't leave her side either.  He
       remained silent for several minutes until her finally heard her
       voice.
       "I want to go home."
       He nodded his head in understanding,  preparing to speak in
       response,  when she got up and moved away from him.  He didn't
       understand. Her actions suggested she was both confiding in him
       and afraid of him at the same time!  It didn't make sense!  But
       as time passed,  she slowly regained her composer,  and spoke up
       again with more confidence.  It looked like she was going to be
       alright....
       Wrong!  Without warning she suddenly feel into his chest.  Tears
       steamed down his bare chest as his arms hovered inches from her
       body,  uncertain of what to do. After a moment however,  he
       decided that she needed comfort more than she needed to be
       appropriate. A strong arm wrapped around her waist,  as the
       other supported the back of her head.  Her hair was so soft!
       He held onto her as long as she needed before speaking up.
       "Alright."  He said calmly.  "Let's get you home. " He assumed
       the man who attacked her had been her ride,  so he'd have to get
       her a new ride. "Let's go. " He said,  taking her down the hall
       and toward Blackjack's office.  "I need one of your guys to give
       us a ride home. " He said,  gesturing toward the emotionally
       disturbed woman.
       The look on the underground businessman's face was not amused.
       "You're kidding me right? " He stood to his feet, clearly angry.
       "You just broke a man's face in my house!  My entire operation
       will be under investigation by morning! There's no way I'll be
       doing you any favors!  You're lucky i don't end you
       permanently!"
       So it was clear.  Business between Clark and Blackjack were
       done,  and that meant his title as champion was a thing of the
       past. He didn't speak in response.  Narrow eyes glared at the
       pale skinned man before he turned and walked out the door.
       "I'll walk you..." He said to Autumn,  now wishing he had taken
       the time to buy a car. He stopped to grab sweatpants from his
       bag and put them over his shorts, then the on a tank top and a
       long sleeved shirt.  He lead her down the status and waited for
       her to tell him which way they were going. Hopefully it wasn't
       too far...
       #Post#: 369309--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Johnah
       Date: November 27, 2014, 10:36 am
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       Self control.
       Minutes ticked by with Autumn in Clark’s arms, tears streaming
       down her face - it was a good thing she didn’t wear a lot of
       makeup so she didn’t have to deal with black lines streaming
       down from her eyes. With his arm wrapped around her and a hand
       in her hair she couldn’t help but to feel safe. She knew now he
       wasn’t an animal and wouldn’t beat her up, but he would at least
       kick the ass of jerks like Garrett. Garrett… she would have to
       see him at work on Monday, if he even showed up. Who knew how
       long it would take him to heal.. She would deal with him then,
       she’d decided, for now every thought of her assailant was pushed
       to the back of her mind at the sound of Clark’s voice drifting
       through her ears with a soothing tone.
       After a quick wipe under her eyes to ensure she didn’t look like
       death, Autumn followed behind Clark, staying close to his side
       with timid, jerky movements. Every turn they took through the
       mansion her eyes were peeled for Garrett’s angry and bloody
       face, expecting him to wait for her. Much to her relief they
       traversed the halls without seeing another soul, though as they
       neared a room, what Autumn assumed was Clark’s destination, men
       were stationed outside the door, protecting whoever lay within
       that room.
       Autumn visibly gulped. Her whole body was tense, expecting
       something big to happen. Clark did beat Garrett up, and with the
       way Garrett was talking it seemed he was pretty close to whoever
       that Blackjack character was - or at least he paid a lot of
       money to impress Autumn.
       Guilt.
       Blackjack exploded at Clark. the mocha-skinned woman bit her
       red-painted lip. It was her fault Clark was getting punished. If
       she could just handle things on her own! If only she was
       stronger! Brown eyes dulled significantly with the rising guilt,
       looking down to the floor. God, she was such an idiot and Clark
       was punished for her mistakes. If Blackjack was crazy enough
       Clark could even be killed! That thought was far more
       intimidating than it should’ve been, considering she barely knew
       Clark to begin with. But she could trust him… Right?
       Follow the leader.
       When they made it outside Autumn took the lead without a peep.
       Her ears were peeled for any sound other than their lonely
       footsteps and her eyes were darting around; every so often she’d
       steal a glance over her shoulder to see if any of Blackjack’s
       men - or Garrett - were following them.
       Autumn took the necessary turns and streets to make it to her
       apartment building. She had to turn away when they made it to
       the doorstep, fishing through her cleavage for her key. A few
       seconds of rummaging and she turned back around with the shiny
       key in hand, unlocking the door for the two of them and quickly
       locking it behind. Rather than take the stairs she led him to
       the elevator - there was no way in hell she’d walk up seven
       flights of stairs to the top floor where her apartment was.
       Home sweet home.
       Relief flooded through the woman when her door was in sight. Her
       pace quickened, a hand reaching out behind her to tug Clark
       along. Why she made him keep following her she didn’t know, but
       for some odd reason she was glad he was there. There was no
       telling what she could possibly do to fight off Garrett had he
       somehow managed to sneak his way into the apartment building and
       waited outside her door; which brought up another thought that
       made her blood run cold. He knew where she lived…
       Autumn closed her eyes, and after taking several soothing
       breaths she opened her door and stepped in, turning around to
       face Clark with dull eyes. “Um..”
       Awkward.
       She didn’t know what to say! ‘Thank you for saving me from
       getting raped and possibly killed’? What a great foundation to
       build a relationship on! But wait a minute. Did she want to
       build a relationship with him? Was it possible to become friends
       with a guy who fought people for living - well, not anymore,
       thanks to her.
       Here goes.
       A deep breath: inhale, exhale.
       An arm twitch.
       Eye contact.
       A forced smile.
       “Thank you. Do you want to come in? I can call you a cab if you
       want?” The fear of rejection was evident on her face as she lent
       out  her invitation. Maybe he wanted nothing to do with her? She
       didn’t make the best impression on him. But.. it was a start.
       Great things had to start somewhere, even if it was from
       inviting the man who saved you from being sexually assaulted by
       a guy you thought you could trust. She also ruined his fighting
       career… It was the most faulty foundation ever - definitely not
       built up to code and regulation - but Autumn had hopes that
       something would be built on top.
       #Post#: 369324--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Chain
       Date: November 27, 2014, 11:21 am
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       Clark's first observation was that Autumn lived in the opposite
       direction of him.  It was evident that he had a long night ahead
       of him, and it was already close to 1am! He didn't complain
       though. He was doing what was right, and he was fine with that.
       The two didn't speak much along the way. they didn't make
       contact, But Clark did what he could to make Autumn feel safe.
       He was always within arms reach. He stayed on the side of her
       closest to the street, unless they passed clusters of bushes, or
       dark alleys. And eventually, they made it to her building, and
       she grabbed his hand to pull him along.
       Clark chuckled to himself when she turned around to retrieve her
       key from her breasts, but the next thing she did took him by
       surprise. He didn't find it odd that she wanted him to walk her
       to her door, but he was a bit surprised when she invited him
       inside. That was, until he saw the look in her eyes. She was
       still afraid! He had been her security blanket, and now that
       they had arrived at her place, he really had no reason to
       continue to protect her. "I'll come in for a while." He said,
       offering a gentle smile.
       Perhaps if he didn't find a new Fighting home, he could take up
       being a bodyguard! He thought, as he followed Autumn inside.
       Once they were in her apartment, and the door closed, he
       remained by the door. He knew that he had been invited inside,
       but he didn't want to cross any boundaries. Some people didn't
       want anyone wearing shoes in their house. Some didn't want
       anyone living the living room, or sitting on the furniture. To
       avoid being offensive, he decided to stay near the door until
       instructed otherwise.
       "Are you alright?" He asked. The concern in his voice was
       evident, but it was more than just her fear of that man coming
       after her that he was concerned about. There were a million
       things going through Autumn's mind, and it was all over her
       face. "Do you want to talk about it?" It was an all-encompassing
       question. He could have been talking about the man she was at
       the fight with, or her sick pet cat! Whatever it was that was
       bothering her, he had put himself at her disclosure, despite
       being unsure if that was a good idea...
       #Post#: 370080--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Johnah
       Date: November 29, 2014, 3:15 pm
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       Homey.
       Her apartment was clean and pristine, yet also had an air of
       comfort and coziness. The interior decor was laid out in a
       simple design with simple colors; black, white, grey, blue.
       Everything fit together well and appeared to be well-loved. A
       book lay on the coffee table between the couch and chair, just
       in front of the door that led out to the small little balcony -
       she did some morning reading earlier and thought it best to
       bring the book back inside, the book being Jane Austen’s Pride
       and Prejudice, a personal favorite next to The Great Gatsby of
       course.
       Autumn’s  choclatey brown eyes settled on Clark after she
       slipped her shoes off - they were killing her feet! Her smile
       turned genuine and reached her eyes with ease as she looked to
       him. “Come in! Don’t worry about your shoes.” She could tell
       just by looking at him that he was hesitant to come into her
       domain; but he was welcome. “Make yourself at home.” After
       flashing him an encouraging smile Autumn disappeared down the
       hall with her shoes to place them in her room.
       Be my guest.
       The mocha-skinned woman returned seconds later, nibbling
       delicately on her bottom lip as her eyes fell upon the man,
       hoping he made use of the couch and got comfortable. “It’s
       getting really late…” She trailed off, feeling her cheeks heat
       up to a million degrees.
       A moment of silence passed, and in that moment Autumn decided
       she wasn’t going to be timid and shy! She was going to be her
       old, confident self. Squaring her shoulders and keeping her
       expression serious, Autumn leveled her eyes on Clark. “I’m not
       letting you go out there this late at night.” The woman stopped
       there, hoping he got the implication that he was going to spend
       the night. “So, since I’m trapping you here for the night, is
       there anything you need? A glass of water? Food? I’ve got plenty
       of food.”
       #Post#: 370090--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Chain
       Date: November 29, 2014, 3:39 pm
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       Clark had to admit, Autumn's apartment was nice. It was clear
       that much more care had gone into putting it together than his
       own apartment, which was well furnished, but practically void of
       decorations. Based on his interactions with her, he wasn't sure
       what to expect. From the first time he saw her, maybe a wild
       party girl's pad. From earlier that morning, maybe an uppity
       business lady? But much to his relief, her home came into a very
       comfortable place between the two Homey, yet not trashy. The
       woman had good taste...
       Autumn told him that he could make himself at home, and that he
       didn't have to worry about his shoes, but since she took her
       shoes off at the door, he did the same, placing them neatly by
       the door before following her into the living room and taking a
       seat on the couch. He thought to himself as she wandered further
       into the house. She was being quite hospitable; moreso than he
       would have thought, at least. It was funny to think that the
       first time he saw her, he had decided her to be a person he
       wouldn't get along with. Now, just over 24 hours later, he he
       was, her... Wait what was he? Friend wasn't the right
       word...Even associate didn't seem to fit. He decided that the
       best word he could come up with was "protector."
       And then she returned from the room. The way she bit her bottom
       lip as she looked at him caught his attention. But the thought
       that it brought to mind caused his face to darken a bit, and he
       turned away, looking at the ground instead. He looked back,
       however, when she began talking, and declared that she wouldn't
       let him back out into the night so late. He couldn't help but
       chuckle a bit. Who was it that was protecting who?
       When she asked him if he needed anything, he thought on her
       suggestions. He wasn't hungry, but he never finished his water
       bottle back at Blackjacks. And that was when it hit him. A sharp
       pain in his ribs began to sear through his entire body. He was
       sore beyond belief! Probably the first time he fully dropped his
       guard, since eh was now in a safe place. With the adrenaline
       faded, of course the pain would return. He was covered in sweat
       too. He wouldn't sleep on her couch like that. He looked down at
       his bag, which contained extra clothes. "I don't suppose I could
       take a shower?" He asked. "Don't want to have your living room
       smelling like a cage fight." He said with a laugh.
       #Post#: 370135--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Johnah
       Date: November 29, 2014, 6:08 pm
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       Bossy.
       Autumn had to admit, she was being quite assertive with her
       decisions; though she also had to admit she liked being in
       charge like that. Clark didn’t object to her decisions, in fact
       he accepted them with ease. It was a little odd, but Autumn
       didn’t question it, she was glad she didn’t have to fight with
       him to stay. The city was dangerous at night; even more so
       knowing Blackjack’s goons could be lurking around any corner.
       Clark really was in danger, Autumn felt like it was her turn to
       protect him. And if that meant being a little bossy and
       out-of-character, then so be it. He would just have to deal with
       it.
       The gutter.
       Clark asked if he could take a shower. Thinking on it, that was
       probably a good idea. He was extremely sweaty from his fight -
       Autumn could explicitly remember how the lights in the cage lit
       up the solid, masculine ripples on his chiseled chest, even
       bouncing off the beginnings of the indented ‘v’ shape that
       traveled further down his shorts… Brown eyes went wide at the
       thought and a blush was immediately on her cheeks. What in the
       world was she thinking! Dead kittens and puppies, dead kittens
       and puppies.
       “Of course you can take a shower - you probably need it.” She
       teased politely, gesturing him to follow her. “I only have one
       working bathroom at the moment, it’s being remodeled, so you’ll
       have to use the one in my bedroom, I hope you don’t mind…”
       Much like the rest of the apartment, the bedroom was just as
       simple: a king size bed lay up against the wall with the ever so
       expensive Egyptian cotton sheets, a satiny grey, covering it.
       Two bed side tables lay on either side of the bed. The room was
       quite small, housing the bed, two tables, and a small beanbag
       chair in the corner on a fluffy white carpet.
       Autumn led Clark through the bedroom, running her fingers across
       the sheets as she walked by - a mindless habit. Flipping on the
       light illuminated the rather large bathroom. A tub on one end,
       the shower on the other, and separating the two were bathroom
       counters - with the sink - and the toilet. A large mirror
       greeted them with the image of themselves. “Here you are. The
       towels are in the cupboard right here,” She said, patting on top
       the counter that held the towels before turning to face Clark.
       “If there’s anything else you need just ask, okay? Take as long
       as you need; relax, heal. I’ll even let you use my lavender
       vanilla body wash to open up your pores.” Another light tease,
       brown eyes twinkling with amusement.
       Now that she was actually in the bathroom with him, the reality
       of the situation really hit home. He was going to shower. And
       like everyone else, he’ll be showering… naked…
       Autumn’s thoughts instantly reverted to his sweaty body in the
       cage and that curious ‘v’ at his waist. Cheeks burned a pink,
       nearly unnoticeable against her dark complexion, and her teeth
       nibbled on her bottom lip once more. Her mind was definitely in
       the gutter.
       #Post#: 370255--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Chain
       Date: November 29, 2014, 9:11 pm
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       It was odd really. As much as Clark strived to be in control of
       most things in his life, there was something appealing about the
       way that Autumn laid down the law. There was a certain
       attractiveness in the way she took command, even if it was in
       such a non-aggressive manner. He didn't argue, or object. In
       fact, it saved him the trouble of walking all the way back to
       his house, which was about the same distance from Blackjack's in
       the other direction. So for now he would oblige her commands.
       It wasn't that Clark didn't notice the expression on her face
       when he asked about taking a shower. He recognized the specific
       expressions; Envisioning, and embarrassment. But he couldn't be
       convinced that she was picturing what would naturally assume. He
       still hadn't completely gotten past the way that she looked at
       him when he was in the cage. Those eyes...
       He nodded his head when the woman answered his question. He
       didn't care where the bathroom was so long as it worked. He
       followed her through her room, eyes following her hand as it
       traced the sheets on her bed, and into the bathroom. He noted
       where she said the towels were, as he pulled a pair of
       sweatpants and a wife beater from his bag, and placed them near
       the shower. "I have my own soap thanks." He said with a laugh,
       shooing her from the bathroom as he turned on the hot water.
       Once she was gone, he walked over to gather a towel. He picked a
       black one, as it was the most masculine color available, beating
       out white, yellow and pink. Steam began to fill the bathroom
       quickly as he placed the towel on top of his clothes, and
       disrobed. He had put one foot in the shower when he realized
       that he didn't have a cloth to wash with. He returned to the
       counter where he had gathered his towel to discover that there
       were none available. "Dammit..." He said to himself.
       "Autumn!" He called out. "There aren't any rags in here! Could
       you hand me one?" He approached the door as he called to her,
       remaining far enough away from the door that it wouldn't hit
       him, but near enough that he could reach the washcloth when she
       reached in to hand in to hand it to him.
       #Post#: 370609--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Johnah
       Date: November 30, 2014, 10:20 am
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       Link.
       Her back slumped against the wall once she was out of the
       bathroom, sparkling brown eyes closing as she bit down onto her
       lip. Even with him in another room she was embarrassed to think
       of his approaching nudity; a blush lit up her cheeks but she
       didn’t try to cover it - he wasn’t there to notice it in the
       first place.
       It was weird. Initially she didn’t like him: he was barbaric,
       fighting in that cage for money, it was primitive and crude. But
       now she found him quite the character. There was far more to him
       than punching fists and blazing eyes, a passion and personality
       under the hard shell he cloaked himself with to remain isolated
       from the world. Even he didn’t like her when they first met - if
       their encounter at Sally’s was anything to go by - but now the
       two were definitely warming up to each other. He wasn’t as
       stupid and mean as she once thought him to be and she wasn’t as
       stuck up as he assumed she was. Something between them was
       growing; the little encounters they had with one another was
       enough to get a feel for the other - it showed so much to
       Autumn. Clark was an amazing guy, a detail she could now attest
       to. Underneath his shell was a soft, passionate guy; but with
       his shell built so thick with scars and muscles… oh gosh. His
       muscles were to die for; rippling across his chest. Autumn could
       distinctly remember the way his muscles tightened when he
       wrapped his arms around her that time at Blackjack’s to comfort
       her. He was shirtless then and still sweaty…
       Dead puppies and kittens, dead puppies and kittens.
       Realizing where her thoughts were going, Autumn quickly changed
       the subject and straightened up, walking out of her bedroom with
       her head held high. She was almost to the kitchen, deciding to
       prepare a small snack for the two, when Clark’s deep voiced
       boomed through the apartment, instantly catching her attention.
       Gosh! She was such a dummy! Long, slim legs carried the petite
       woman to the laundry room, opening the drying machine and
       withdrawing a plain black rag before she bounded to her bedroom,
       flinging open the bathroom door. “I’m so sorry, I forgot they
       were in the wash. I haven’t had time to… to…”
       Brown eyes widened, shocked, and her plump lips parted for a
       brief second before snapping shut, teeth chewing on that bottom
       lip once more. He was naked. Naked. And she was looking at him -
       with no shame. “Oh my god..” She whispered to herself, the rag
       falling from her hands a second before she turned around and ran
       out of the room. That image - the image of him would be burned
       into her mind forever… Though it wasn’t like she had any
       complaints.
       It suddenly felt like she needed a shower. A very cold shower.
       #Post#: 370637--------------------------------------------------
       Re: You and Me.
   DIR By: Chain
       Date: November 30, 2014, 10:50 am
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       When Clark heard the woman's footsteps approaching, he took a
       step forward to receive the cloth, but was completely frozen in
       place when the door opened completely. His muscles tightened out
       of instinct, as if bracing him for a blow. His lips parted as if
       to say something, but there were absolutely no words to rectify
       this situation. What should he do? Turn away? Cover himself with
       his hands? Well, there was no point now, she had seen
       everything... He straightened his posture as she realized her
       mistake. He heard a faint "Oh my God... as she dropped the rag
       and left the bathroom without another word. "My feelings
       exactly..." He said quietly once the door was closed. He walked
       over and piced up the cloth from the floor, before turning back
       toward the shower
       Well that was embarrassing! Not because he had anything to be
       ashamed of, mind you. It was just awkward. He had pretty much
       asked for that, first by requesting to take a shower, and second
       by calling her back to the bathroom without at least wrapping
       himself in his towel first... He hadn't expected her to come all
       the way in, but he should have realized there was a
       possibility... It was a stupid miscalculation.
       His embarrassment was washed away when the hot water his his
       body, soothing the soreness that pained through him. His muscles
       seemed to instantly relax, and though he could still feel the
       bruising in his ribs, he was certain that they weren't
       fractured. It was at that moment that he started to wonder how
       Autumn felt. She had told him that he had to spend the night at
       her house, and then walked in on him in the bathroom. That had
       to have been just as embarrassing. He felt bad for her, but
       then, at least she got a show out of it! He laughed to himself
       as he reached out and grabbed his Old Spice body wash out of his
       bag, and lathered it onto the rag,thoroughly cleaning the sweat
       and a couple spots of dried blood off his body.
       He repeated the process once or twice before turning off the
       shower and reaching out to grab the towel. When he realized how
       full of steam the bathroom had gotten he couldn't help but
       realize that if he had waited longer to call out to Autumn, she
       might not have seen anything. After drying himself off, he
       grabbed a pair of boxer briefs, and put them on, following up
       with the grey sweat pants, and wife beater. He put the dirty
       clothes into his bag, and draped his jacket over the top. he
       then folded up the washcloth and towel, and placed them neatly
       in a corner, unsure what to do with them.
       When he walked up to the door, he took a deep breath. Was he
       ready to face Autumn? Was she ready to face him? He started to
       wonder if spending the night was a good idea. But he gathered
       his things and walked out. To his surprise, Autumn wasn't in her
       room. That meant, he was going to run into her regardless. He
       slowly made his way into the living room, where he sat on the
       couch quietly, unsure of what to do or say...
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