Rose Scented
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- Posted: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 03:37:12 +0000
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It was easier to think, to feel something other than impulse when the door of the bathroom barred him from sight and a breeze from the open window trolled through and swept away his scent.
As the sound of the water stirred mutely behind the door, Skye lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed, sinking into the down mattress to thunk her elbows onto her knees. Her chin took up on the pedestal of her palm, and for a long moment she contemplated the situation they were thrown in, sorted through the memories she had taken from him, and groaned as a headache started to throb behind her eyes. Pain spidered outward to sting in her temples and Skye gave a firm, demanding shake of her head to knock the thoughts away.
There were better times to think about such things.
Such as when she wasn’t in something quite as accessible.
The idea was appealing. To stay in such a vulnerable state of dress and take advantage of the oddities in his head, but Skye was not a cold hearted b***h, as much as she liked to play it that way. So she stood, unwrapped the towel from her torso and threw it across the arm of the chair before digging through the drawers of her dresser. Eventually she settled on a loose fitted t-shirt with the Rolling Stones label englossed on the front, and a pair of black shorts. From the bottom drawer ( the drawer deemed ‘The Ex-Boyfriend Drawer’ ) she withdrew a pair of black sweatpants that would more than likely hitch up to his ankles considering he was quite a bit taller than most of the others she had been with, but they were better than soaking jeans. Nobody liked chafing.
Draping them across the foot of her bed, Skye moved over to the vanity and perched on the short stool in front of it.
When Avery stepped out she turned her gaze to him in the reflection of the mirror, and her mouth went dry as her gaze decidedly turned to places they shouldn’t. Not that she could help it, not with the deep V of his hips far too prominent with the lazy slope of the towel around his waist.
“…I found you some pants…”