Her makeup is fucked and smeared all over her face, her lipstick probably all over mine too.
“On if you can keep your stupid comments to yourself.”
She falls silent as she thinks, and I place her feet on the floor and turn the shower on.
“The shampoo,” she whispers.
Reaching for her, I drag her under the water, watching as the blood that’s smeared all over her skin begins to wash away.
Grasping her chin, I hold her eyes firm.
“Listen to me very closely, Emmie.”
She nods, at least as much as she’s able to with my firm grip.
“Aside from Stella, you’re the only girl who’s been here. And,” I add, in case that wasn’t enough, “you’re the only girl who’s ever going to be in here.”
“B-but—”
“It’s yours, Em. I bought it all for you.”
Her lips part, and whatever it was she wanted to say dies on her tongue.
“The shampoo is good for brunettes.” Lifting my hand, I twirl a lock of her dark hair around my finger. “There’s even makeup remover above the basin,” I confess. Kissing along her cheek, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear. “And tampons by the toilet.”
“W-why?” she breathes, her entire face screwed up in confusion. “You hate me. Why would you do all that?”
I shrug, taking her hand and guiding it to my already hard cock.
“Does it feel like I hate you?”
She lets out a heavy sigh.
“I don’t know what I think anymore,” she admits.
A smirk tugs at my lips. “Orgasms that good, huh?”
She fights it, but it’s no use. Her lips curl and she smacks me gently on the chest.
“Shut up, you idiot.”
“That’s better. I don’t know how to take you when you’re not hurling insults at me.”
“Same. All this buying me shit is weird.”
“Weirder than sneaking into your room and jerking off while you sleep?”
Her eyes flash with shock, although I’m not sure why, she damn well knew what I was doing. I guess it’s just the fact that I admitted it.
“Y-yeah, actually. For you, it is.”
I study her for a few seconds, taking in every inch of her face.
“What are you thinking?”
“Tell me something. Something no one else knows.”
She looks away from me, her eyes focusing on something over my shoulder.