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I had just come from a long dinner with my family, and my boyfriend, Dudey, had been extra clingy lately always up under me, hugging me, laid up on me, or touching me in some way. At that moment, he was begging me to lay with him, but I refused because I wanted to shower first. I walked to the bathroom, slipping off my heels as I stepped inside.

I knew he was watching me as I closed the door and stepped into the shower, letting the water run over my whole body. My feet were killing me from the heels I had to wear at the funeral. I hated heels. I tried not to let it bother me too much, but truthfully, the funeral had been hard. It was for a cousin I had fallen out with. We’d grown up together, inseparable once, but drifted apart over something so dumb. I knew I could’ve reached out, could’ve made things right and now it was too late.

The water poured over my hair and face as I sank deeper into my thoughts. Tears slipped down, but I quickly wiped them away, forcing myself to focus on washing up. When I was done, I turned off the shower and wrapped a towel around my body before stepping out, the cold air meeting my damp skin.

I opened the door and walked back into the room. Dudey’s eyes immediately locked onto me

“Damn,” he mumbled under his breath. I walked over to the dresser and grabbed one of his shirts.

“’Bout time,” he joked, sitting at the edge of the bed. I gathered my semi-wet hair into a puff, and when I heard him chuckle, I glanced his way.

“You look good in my clothes,” he said, looking me up and down.

He stood from the bed and walked over to me he tilted my chin up, making me meet his eyes. That’s when he noticed they were red. His expression softened, concern replacing the teasing. He gently cupped my face.

“Woah… you good?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.