Seven.
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I spent more time than was deemed necessary in the bathroom because I had forgotten to bring my nightgown in with me, and because I didn't want to see Nathaniel Johnson. I couldn't believe it, I couldn't believe him, I couldn't believe he had read the book, I couldn't believe I was too blind not to notice how beautifully suspicious his smiles this morning had been when he had called me at the tuck shop.
I blew my cheeks out and faced my reflection in the mirror. I had long showered, and my body had air-dried. I took myself in. Too many dark spots on my face, another on the way from the large curse of a pimple on my left cheek, too brown eyes, too full a mouth, altogether endowed with too-ample breasts, wide hips, and so much not Nathaniel's type.
The expression on my face soon turned to alarm, as I realized what my last thought was. Why had I just...
A not-so-gentle knock jolted me right out of my thoughts.
"Olivia Ike, do you plan on sleeping in there?" Nathaniel's voice boomed through the door.
" A girl needs time," I retorted hoping he would leave, but he didn't.
"A girl also needs sleep," he fired back. "And let me tell you, I'm not the kind of guy who would leave you to snore when we have an early flight."
" I don't snore!"
" Open the door, Olivia."
" I'm busy," I said after a pause.
" Doing what?!"
"Just leave me alone!"
"I need to take a piss, so unless you can provide another toilet, I suggest you come out."
I lifted my eyes to the ceiling and groaned before opening the door a little. Nathan was, of course, right outside, looking every bit of the tormentor he was.
"What?" I asked,
"Piss," he hissed and stepped into the bathroom, pushing the door like I wasn't there. And even though he was gentle, I stumbled a few steps back.
I watched as he raised the toilet lid, and then he lifted a brow in my direction.
"Are you going to watch as I take my dick out?"
I stared, and he stared.
Seven seconds turned to ten, then fifteen, and then not breaking our weird eye contact; from the corner of my eye, I saw him reach his hand into his shorts to pull ...
I fled and slammed the bathroom door harder than necessary. I heard him chuckle. Quickly, and without moisturizing my body, I took off the robe, and put on my nightgown and a pair of shorts underneath, then because he was taking his time in the bathroom, I took my time dressing the bed which already smelt as good as him, because it had his scent all over it.
Did he seriously spray some cologne or perfume to get in bed? I never understood why people did it; I mean, you could use the perfume you sprayed at night the next morning and save yourself a few more sprays before the bottle ran out.
But just because he did, for some reason, I found myself heading to my bag, pulling out my perfume, and spraying it behind my ears, neck, and wrists. With a satisfied sigh, I got in bed, drew the covers over my body, and continued reading my novel from where I stopped.
Minutes later, Nathan came out, and as much as I didn't want to believe it, I knew he wasted that much time in there so I could dress up comfortably. I didn't, of course, instead, I had dressed with the speed of light without moisturizing my body, which was precisely the same speed I used to fly to the center of the bed, and throw my hands and legs as wide as I could, covering a large portion of the bed, before Nathaniel could lay down.
What the hell was he doing?
"What the hell are you doing?" He voiced the question I wanted to ask him, though his voice was injected with amusement.
"What are you doing?" I shot back.
The blue night light in the room lit the room dimly making me more aware of his presence right by the bed.
"I want to lay down, and from the way you sprawled yourself on the bed, it's not possible."
I sat up properly. " Aren't you like..." I asked timidly. " Aren't you going to sleep on the floor?"
His head shot back. "The floor?!"
I continued. " As you know, the gentleman."
He stared at me as though I was on drugs. "Why the hell would I sleep on the floor, when there's a perfectly good, soft, and large enough bed for the both of us?"
I didn't say anything because that was when it hit me. The absurdity of the situation. I was asking him, Nathaniel, whose parents went through all the trouble of getting me to come to this hotel which they paid for, Nathaniel who went through the trouble of having to carry my not-so-light self throughout the entire ride. His parents even booked a flight for us in the morning, and all I did was be a trouble, and I expected him to sleep on the floor.
Was I unexplainably mad?
I lowered my head to the sheets. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I shouldn't have..." I began to get off the bed. "I should stay on the floor."
I stood near the bed, and Nathaniel stared at me, probably thinking, 'Yeah, that's what you should have done, you ungrateful human.'
"You do know the bed is big enough for the both of us right?" He said.
Now it was my turn to stare at him like he was on drugs. "We cannot sleep on the same bed!"
"Why not?"
"Why would we?"
"Because it's big enough."
" We cannot sleep on the same bed!"
" Why not?"
"Why would we?"
"Because..." He dragged. " It is big enough."
I groaned. We just went through the same conversation twice. I grabbed a pillow. "Have a nice night Nathaniel Johnson."
"You're scared," he taunted.
"I'm not!"
He chuckled," I'll sleep on the floor tonight just because you're turning out to be rather interesting."
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