Chapter 6 : Naked

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We went back to the bedroom to clean up and shower. Ann went in first. I waited, trying not to think about the fact that she was naked just a few feet away behind a thin door.

While she was drying off, I entered too. I was in the shower when she knocked on the bathroom door.

I quickly washed the soap from my face, thinking it was an emergency, and rushed out completely naked.

Immediately, what greeted me was the full scene of Ann in the nude. Her breasts were erect from the cold, her belly flat. Her neatly groomed flesh was exposed, hips curved perfectly, legs slim. Her body was covered in goosebumps. I found myself licking my lips without thinking. I looked down, my dick was already hard. God knew how hungry I was.

Still, I had to keep my cool.

Me: "What's up? Why'd you call me?"

Ann: "I wanted to ask which clothes I could wear. I washed my panties and bra, plus the shirt you gave me, while I was bathing."

Me: "I don't have any boundaries when it comes to clothes. Well, apart from my suits and shoes."

Ann: "So wearing any of them won't matter, right?"

Me: "Yeah…"

Ann: "Thanks then. By the way, you have a nice dick. I love it."

Me: "Thanks. I love your tits too. They look so perky, so holdable…"

I didn't like where the conversation was heading. I cut myself short, turned back into the bathroom, and slammed the door.

I turned on the shower and took a very long cold bath. The fire burning inside me was intense. I stood there letting the water run over me, trying to think about anything else—basketball, COD, my next consulting meeting. Nothing worked. Her image was burned into my brain.

After about an hour, I came out. Ann was wearing my baggy tee with nothing beneath. Soft skin, suckable lips, alluring eyes. Hush.

I had to get out. I went to the living room to watch a movie on N*****x. Ann stayed in the room reading a novel; I didn't care to know the title. I just needed space.

A few hours later, the movie ended. It was already mid-afternoon, so I decided to make us lunch. Cooking always cleared my head. I prepared yam balls and fresh orange juice,one of the few things my mom taught me that actually turned out well.

Maybe drawn by the aroma, Ann woke up and headed straight to the kitchen without shoes. She hit her leg against the edge of the counter, it seemed she was still half asleep. Her toe started bleeding, and she screamed, finally awake. I almost scalded my hands with the hot oil.

Me: "What happened?"

I looked down and saw her bleeding toe, then rushed to get the first aid kit. I knelt beside her, trying to focus. But maybe because of how she sat, or maybe because of my dirty mind, I saw her pussy smiling at me through the gap in that baggy tee. I almost cut her leg with the scissors while cutting the cotton. She flinched.

I snapped back, focused my eyes on my hands, and got back to treating her wound properly. The bleeding wasn't deep, but it looked painful. I cleaned it, applied antiseptic, and wrapped it carefully.

Me: "You need to watch where you're going. Especially barefoot."

Ann: "I was sleeping. I smelled food."

Me: "Next time, wake up fully before chasing the food."

She laughed softly, wincing as she shifted her foot.

When lunch was ready, I helped her to the dining table. She was in so much pain she struggled to keep a straight face, so I fed her. I didn't even know I had that skill until I did it that day. She ate quietly, occasionally looking at me with an expression I couldn't read. I didn't ask.

After lunch, we went back to her room to pack some of her clothes. She couldn't stay there with her ex on the loose, and classes started the next day. She packed two boxes. Everything inside was clothes, shoes, underwear, and skincare products, more than I expected for someone who'd been living in a not so big hostel room.

We returned to my place and cleared space in my closet for her things. It felt strange, seeing her clothes hanging next to mine. Intimate in a way I hadn't prepared for.

By the time we finished sorting everything, it was late. We ordered takeout and ate in silence. I told her to take the bedroom. I took the couch.

I lay there staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I'd gotten myself into.

She was in my house. In my clothes. In my head.

And I still couldn't touch her.