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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.
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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.
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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.”
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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.
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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.
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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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