“I was not teasing you,” I hissed at him. “I was trying to find the key and had no way of getting to your side of the bed except to go over you.”
“There’s no key around here?” Damon frowned. “That’s not good.”
“No,” at last something we agree on, “it is not.” Especially since I needed to pee really badly. “I need to use the bathroom. It’s urgent.”
“Number one or number two?” Damon asked me.
“What am I? Three?” I replied but then reluctantly said, “Number one.” I felt my cheeks go pink.
“Are you embarrassed to go to the toilet in front of someone?” Damon looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Actually,” I said to him. “I do like my privacy when I go to the toilet.”
“Well, princess,” Damon held up our chained hands. “Until we get these off, we have none.”
“Fine,” I said and started to get off the bed, only to be yanked back. “Are you coming?” I asked him while I tried not to start doing the pee-pee dance as I was now getting desperate.
“Okay!” Damon said and slid off his side of the bed, nearly ripping my arm off.
“Wait, you big oaf,” I growled at him. “You nearly dislocated my shoulder.”
“Oh, sorry,” Damon pulled a face and waited for me to slide toward his side of the bed.
I had no idea why we had to get off that side when I was closer to the bathroom. It was like he wanted me to do the pee-pee dance or pee in my pants. Wait until he wants to go to the toilet. My cheeks burned at that thought. If we didn’t find the key soon, I was going to have to go to the bathroom with him.
We walked into the bathroom and Damon lifted the toilet seat for me.
“There you are, princess, your throne awaits you.” Damon looked at me grinning.
“Please turn around and look at the wall,” I turned my finger in a circular motion to clarify what I wanted him to do.
I reached over and turned on the tap before he turned to face the wall.
“Oh, for God sake, Carla, everyone makes noise when they pee,” Damon sighed and turned to the wall holding his arm back so I had some room to move.
That was fine. I managed to pee but trying to get the toilet paper was another thing altogether. The roll was on the side where Damon was facing the wall. I couldn’t drip dry, and didn’t want to, and then he’d know and that would be even more mortifying. I had no option but to ask for his help. He managed to get some paper off me and even fold it neatly all while facing the wall.
I stood up, closed the lid, flushed, and struggled to pull up my panties.
“Need more help?” Damon’s voice was low and seductive.
“Nope,” I said, ignoring the wild fluttering image of him helping me with my panties that conjured in my head. “I’m doing fine.” I had to try and not let his hand attached to mine brush my flesh.
After I washed my hands, it was Damon’s turn to go to the toilet. He had no shame but I stood there squeezing my eyes shut until he’d finished and then washed my hands again as well.
“You’re going to give yourself a migraine squeezing your eyes shut so hard.” Damon grinned at me. “So, what do we do?”
“Let’s look in your room and mine for the key. We really need it.”
Unfortunately, even though we willed the key to appear, it was nowhere to be found. Not in Damon’s room. Nor in mine. And we couldn't just go out like this and search the whole hotel even though I am pretty tempted to do so. Hayley was gonna freak out but maybe she could help us out. I called her but the call just went unanswered. And it was the same for Drew. Damon also tried to reach them on his cell but without better luck. The concierge also had no idea where Hayley and Drew were.
“I really need to shower,” I said, voicing my thoughts out loud. We stank. I can still smell the alcohol we had last night on my clothes and that was giving me the worst of headaches.
“How are we going to do that?” Drew asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I have no idea.” I shook my head. “How are we going to take our clothes off?” As soon as I said the words, I blushed at how they sounded.
“I have no idea,” Damon shook his head. “Do you have a pair of scissors?” he asked me.
“I do,” I told him wide-eyed. “In my room.”
***
It took us a while with a lot of yelling and cursing and a few embarrassing moments but we managed to cut off our shirts and have two separate showers. My arm aches like hell from nearly being yanked out of its socket on a few occasions but we got there in the end.