I walked into the small bathroom and looked around. It was an average bathroom with a toilet, a sink and a bath tub with a shower head. The tiles on the floor were a beige color. The counter top and the tiles of the bathtub were pure white. The tub had a light green shower curtain that was pushed to the left side. I saw a silver steel towel rack where a few small towels hung. The sink was round and the faucet was silver. I walked inside, feeling the coldness of the tile against the bottom of my feet. I looked into the huge mirror on the wall behind the sink.
I was short for a 16 year old, soon to be 17. I was thinner than I was a year ago. I had short dark brown hair that met with the surface of my shoulders. It had short layers along with it. My bangs sloped over towards my right eye. I stared into my dark brown eyes through my blue framed glasses. I traced the shape of my round face with my eyes. I looked at my own body. I had an hourglass shape. I had small muscles on my skinny arms. My legs were average size. At a point I looked at myself disgusted. I never liked the way I looked. I looked away. I sighed and walked over to the shower. I spread the curtain out and turned the water on. I set my towel on the towel rack. I took off my glasses and set them down on the counter. I slipped out of my green spaghetti strap shirt. I unhooked my bra and let it fall onto the floor. I slipped off my blue jean shorts and underwear. I felt a draft while standing out in the bathroom without any clothes on. I stepped inside and instantly felt the hot beating of the water against my skin. It was refreshing. I searched around the tub and found all the soaps I need. I grabbed a shampoo bottle and squeezed some onto my hand. I moved my head away from the shower and rubbed the shampoo into my hair. I entangled my fingers into my hair, lightly massaging my scalp. I stuck my head under the shower and combed my fingers through my hair, letting the soap wash out of my hair. I reached up and moved the shower head to the side, so that the water was beating against the wall. I grabbed a rag and the body wash. I squeezed the body wash onto the rag and began to wash my body. After wards, I rinsed off. I turned the shower off, feeling instantly cold and I lightly shivered. I stuck my hand out of the curtain to grab my towel, but I didn’t feel it. I went to look where it was.
“Looking for this?” a mature boy’s voice called from the other side of the bathroom.
I recognized the boy’s voice and I hesitated. I slowly stuck my head out of the curtain, clutching it to cover my naked body. I saw him. He had brown hair that was much lighter than mine. His hair reached a little before the bottom of his neck. His bangs sloped to the left and covered his left eye. His hair was slightly wavy and curly. He had strong hazel eyes that looked at me. He had a muscular neck that went out into broad shoulders. He didn’t have a shirt on. I saw his bare, strong chest and his muscular arms. He wore baggy, torn up jeans with his boxers sticking out from them. In his hand was my towel. I blushed.
“Ummm.. Can I have it please?” I asked hesitating.
He smiled slightly and walked over to me. He held the towel out to me and I took it. I looked at him.
“Thank you,” I said shyly and slipped my head back around the curtain.
I blushed as I felt him still standing there. I began to dry myself off. Suddenly I heard the curtains quickly moved to the side. I turned, covering myself with the towel. My eyes met with his hazel eyes. I stepped back until my back met with the wall of the shower. I clutched the towel to my chest. I watched him step into the tub. He rested one of his strong arms against the wall. I blushed more and looked down. I heard him smirk.
“You are so shy,” he said with a light chuckle.
I took in a shaky breath. I felt his fingers run over the skin of my arm. I felt them go over my shoulder and up neck. I felt him move his hand onto my cheek. My face was hot. He moved his fingers to my chin and held it. He lifted my hot, red face until his eyes met with mine. He gave me a warm smile. I saw his face slowly get closer to mine. I felt his lips brush against mine.
“You are very sexy,” he said, his lips lightly touching mine.
I blushed more. He stepped back a little and pulled me to him. My cheek rested against his strong chest. I heard his heart beating, it was faster than normal. He pulled the towel from my hands and I felt him wrap it around me. I rested my hands against his chest. He placed his hands on my lower back. I felt one of his hands move higher up my back and the other hand go down to the back of my knees. He lifted me up without any struggle. I rested against his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He turned around and stepped out of the tub. He opened the bathroom door and looked around for a second. I heard talking of older people to the right where the kitchen and dining room were. He walked out quietly and swiftly. He turned to the left. I saw a series of doors. There was one at the end of the hallway. There were two to the left and one to the right. The door to the right was slightly open and some light leaked out from it. He pushed the door open with his elbow and stepped inside. The room was red. There was a small dresser with a brush sitting on it. Some things were scattered on the beige, carpeted floor. The bed had red and white covers on it, with a TV sitting across from it. Sitting on the bed was a pair of my underwear and a bra. He walked over to the bed and gently set me down on it. He moved my wet hair from my forehead and kissed it. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers.
“I’ll be right back. I’m going to take a shower myself, alright?” he said, looking at me.
“Alright, but what else am I suppose to wear besides just a bra and under wear?” I asked.
He laughed.
“You can use one of my shirts. I couldn’t find anything you wear to sleep. Plus I figured you would want to wear something of mine,” he said.
I smiled and giggled, “Alright.”
I stood up and started to take my towel off. I stopped when I noticed him watching me. He had a grin on his face. I blushed and turned slightly. I let my towel fall onto the floor. I watched his eyes trace the shape of my body. I slipped my under wear on and I turned my back towards him. I felt his warm skin on my back and his arms wrap around me. His cheek rubbed against mine. I turned my head and I kissed him. He smiled and brushed his lips on my neck.
“I love you,” he whispered.
“I love you too,” I replied back to him.
I felt him slip away from me. I heard the door close behind me and I looked back. He was gone. I grabbed my bra and I put it on. I walked over to the dresser and looked through his shirts making sure I folded them back into place. I picked out a dark grey shirt with tribal designs on the front. I started to slip it on. I smelled his scent on it. The shirt was long on me, reaching the middle of my thigh. I turned to the TV and turned it on. I turned off the lights and I climbed back onto the bed. I sat there cross legged. I combed my fingers through my wet hair. I sighed in boredom and laid back. I stared at the ceiling. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath and relaxed. I heard the door open and I looked. No one was there. I watched the door to see if any would come in. I was startled when I felt something come on to the end of the bed. I look towards my feet and I was staring into the mystic eyes of him. He had a grin on his face. I watched him kiss my leg. He kissed up my leg. I felt his warm lips on my skin. He ran his hand up my leg and kissed the side of my thigh. I blushed. He climbed over my body, his face over mine. I gave him a shy smile. He leaned down bringing his face closer to mine. I couldn’t control myself. My hands hesitantly tried to press him away. He grabbed my wrist and pinned them down onto the bed. He gave me a light smirk and brought his face closer. He lightly touched my lips with his. I blushed more. He pressed his lips against mine, kissing me passionately. He tangled his fingers in mine. I slowly closed my eyes. I felt an energy flow from my lips all throughout my body. He broke the kiss and brought his lips to my neck. He kissed my neck gently. I moaned quietly. He brought his lips to my ear.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes and no one was there. I looked around. The walls were white. There was a TV across the room with a desk next to it. There was a dresser with a mirror next to a closet. I realized I was in my room. The sun shone from the window next my bed. It shone on my face. I sat up and looked out the window. The energy I felt had disappeared. I had sparks in my lips asking for more. My heart began to ache with neediness. I let out a depressed sigh, because I realized it was just a dream.