(1:30 am)
You and Payton have been dancing for the past hour. You had 3 more beers each (don't drink kids), because you have never drank a lot of alcohol before, you both were a little tipsy. Payton grabbed your ass and you've run your fingers through his hair multiple times. People started going back home and the dance floor emptied.
You and Payton walked upstairs to go take a shower (the alcohol made your thinking a little bit less clear). You took your clothes off while he was sitting on the edge of the bathtub looking at you (there is a separate shower and bathtub, the shower door is made from glass). You get in the shower. Payton doesn't leave the bathroom, but takes his clothes off and wraps a towel around.
Once you're finished you wrap a towel around you as a dress and get out of the shower. That's when you realise Payton had been in there the whole time. Payton walks into the shower and throws his towel over the shower door. Through the mirror you look at him. Not down, but only at his face. He had closed his eyes and breathes deeply. You turn your eyes away from him, dry yourself and put your "pj's" on (underwear and a simple black tank top).
Payton: 'Hey y/n! May I use the shampoo?'
You: 'Yes of course!' You awkwardly turn around trying not to look down.
Payton: 'Which one did you use?'
You: 'Why do you want to know that?'
Payton: 'Because you always smell so good.' You blush, but he can't see that through the foggy shower door.
You tell him what your shampoo is and brush your teeth.
After Payton is done showering, he steps out of the shower. He didn't even take the time to wrap his towel around. He just holds the towel in front of it. He starts drying himself. If you wanted to, you could see everything. But you didn't, you tried your best not to and kept brushing your teeth. He puts on a boxer.
Both Payton and you walk to your room. While you're closing the curtains you see Payton getting comfy in your bed. He immediately falls to sleep. You lay next to him, as far as possible on the edge.
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