Chapter 34: Assurance
Lilac
The Prince’s bathroom was very spacious, and sparkling clean. Everything in it was so modern, glistening brightly. I was too tired to stand under the shower, so I chose to soak in the bathtub. My cheeks on fire as I washed myself off with stuff that belonged to the prince. I felt a little awkward because I wasn’t sure of he’d like that, but I reminded myself he was the one who asked me to come shower. When I washed myself between my legs, I shivered at the slight sparks I felt when my fingertips briefly brushed over my rim. I still couldn’t believe that I had produced slick and that was still unnerving me till this very moment.
Determined not to think about it, I let out a sigh as I completely washed off. I thankfully felt stronger when I rinsed off and stepped out of the bath. But not too strong that I could do things that require actual strength, but at least I could stand on my own.
SoAs I stood in the large bathroom, I was torn between wearing my dirty clothes back or just existing in a towel.
The thought of doing the first option was making my skin crawl, while the thought of doing the second option was making my skin grow warmer as each second went by. I ended up deciding on shrugging the dirty clothes back on, because it just felt more logical in this situation, especially seeing as I had no clothes here.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, the prince was doing something on a laptop but he stopped to glance up at me, and as soon as he frowned, I instantly panicked while wondering if I had done something wrong.
"Why are you in your dirty clothes?" He asked in the next moment and I had to blink twice at first before his question registered within me.
"Ah... it’s because I have no other clothes here..." I mumbled awkwardly.
He pointed at the couch in the room and I followed the direction he was pointing at. At the end of the couch, a few clothes were folded there.
"Wear one of those." He instructed. I nodded robotically and wobbled over to the couch, while feeling his eyes boring into the back of my throat. The folded clothes actually belonged to him, and my stomach instantly felt warm as I looked through the shirts and boxers shorts.