Break Or Be Broken (formally known as Love Me Back)

18 ʊ A Day With The Devil [3]

Which unicorn forgets to grab a towel on its way to the bathroom?

🙋This unicorn.

At least, Cayson was decent enough not to strip me off all my clothes the previous night.

I still had my underwear and bra on.

On the bright side, Cayson had his own towel hung at the railing in the bathroom.

Without thinking too much about it, I grabbed it and tied it around my body.

Boy, he best not get mad.

He was such a classy person, filled with no color.

His bathroom was literally made of black, white, mirror and metal.

He had a huge shower cubicle.

He could throw a party in there.

The tiles were matte black, or at least it seemed matte.

His sink was black.

His toilet, black.

His foot mat, white.

Did I mention he had an additional bathtub just by the corner? It was metallic. And right above it was a chandelier.

On the wall next to it was a mirror.

I let the sight sink in before I exited.

Of course Cayson would be seat on the bed now of all times.

His eyes were fixed on my phone.

I lunged towards him and tried grabbing it, but failed miserable, landing across his laps.

I quickly got up and straightened the towel.

"You're using my towel," he commented rather unpleasantly.

I slowly nodded. "If you have any spares, I could-"

"It's fine," he waved me off.

I nodded.

"Well I kind of still need one for my hair," I breathed, avoiding eye contact for some reason.

He looked at my hair and down at the ground. "You're getting my floor wet," he strictly stated.

Somehow, I found humor and chuckled.

I noticed he was serious and quickly kept my mouth shut.

He quietly passed my phone over to me as he stood up to leave.

When he returned, there was a cream-colored towel in his hand which he gave to me.

"Thanks."

I walked over to the mirror on the wall.
It was wide. It didn't show my full body. Just from my chest upwards.

I quickly wrapped the towel around my head.

I felt Cayson's eyes on me, and when I looked at him through the mirror, I caught him scanning my body.

His eyes were roaming my legs mostly.

I blushed.

So much for calling me ugly and repulsive.

I cleared my throat, thinking it would cause him to snap out of whatever was going on in his head, but it didn't.

"Um..." I started, "may I have my clothes please?"

I turned around so I could look at him.

His eyes wanderer over to mine.

"Why?" He asked, "you look better in mine."