Finding You

Chapter 14: Making Up ✔

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Linda Pov

I thought about what happened yesterday. We were both angry. And we both said things that we didn't mean. But I meant what I said, every single word. Because I will not let anyone make a fool out of me. Getting off the big mattress, I did my morning routine and dried myself once I was done. Wore his oversized shirt since I didn't have any of my clothes in the guest room so I walked to the main room to get my clothes.

Big effing mistake.

"Mr. Henderson." I gasped, then yelled. "Can you please, put some clothes on!"

He had just gotten out of the shower and he didn't even bother to put on a towel. I stood there with my eyes tightly closed.

Oh! Lord, I'm scarred for life.

"You mean blessed for life." he chuckles.

Great. He heard me.

"Open, you're eyes, Linda. " he smirked, attempted to convince me. "You'll see it eventually."

"C-can you just please, give me my clothes." I didn't listen to him. I kept my eyes close. His ruining innocence self.

"Did you put a towel on?" I asked him, again.

"No." he shrugs.

"Well, I'm keeping my eyes closed." I used hands to reach for the closet door, blindly.

Then I felt a masculine body that was soaked wet. I crashed into him instead. Wonderful.

"The closet is not here, sweetheart." his knuckles rubbed my cheeks, smoothly.

I touched him while he wasn't clothed. For goodness sake, this cannot get any weirder.

Yea, I know most girls would crave for this moment. But I, on the other hand, did not.

Don't get me wrong.

My hormones are all over the place right now. Wanting something that seemed almost forbidden.

And I just don't want anything to happen that we' might regret later.

Quickly, I removed my hands from his chest. And I prayed that I didn't touch any other parts that I wasn't supposed too.

"I... I just want my clothes, okay." I blushed.

"Fine, you can open them," he said defeated.

I warned him. "If you're not fully clothed, I will never forgive you."
I did as I was told and opened my eyes.

Thank god, he had on a towel wrapped around his waist. And I grabbed my clothes, quickly. To avoid staying in the same room with him being displayed like that.

I forced weaken legs to move as I walked toward the door.

"Are you not going to dress?" I asked him. He began to unwrap the towel.

"B..but wait!" I stopped him. "Until I leave okay."

I don't want to see that part of him again.

Not now at least.

"Is that my shirt?" he came close to me.

I gulped, "Yes."

I have to go before he finds out that I'm not wearing anything under his shirt.

"Okay, bye!" I walked back toward the door. I had my arms crossed over my chest.

"Now, we're even," he says before I left the room, smirking.