144 Flustered (1/2)

I returned to my room and went over to the storage in order to find a clean and unused towel that Luna could use to dry herself. Since I knew where we kept the towels, it wasn't long before I walked out of the storage room with a white bath towel in hand. However, just as I was about to walk past my room and to the washroom, I paused as I realized that she might not have any clothing to change into, that is unless she chooses to just simply dress in the clothes she wore here.

With my heart rapidly pounding in my chest, I turned the door handle to the washroom and entered. Upon entering, I could still hear the sound of her rinsing her body using the shower as the bathtub filled past the frosted sliding glass door that led into the showering and bathing area that was separated from the washroom area.

Even though I tried my best to look away, my eyes still found their way to someplace of her presence as it lingered about on the laundry basket that was set on the ground before the sliding door. The clothes that she had stripped out of were neatly folded and placed in the basket with the order being whichever she had stripped out of first. Based on her coat that was at the very bottom, I concluded that she must've started removing what she wore on her upper body first before she went down to remove her skirt. However, she must've removed her underwear last for her lingerie were what was at the very top of the neatly folded pile. I'm not particularly interested or anything, but I saw that her white laced lingerie was not the one that I had bought for her.

What're you so curious about? I asked myself in my mind as I forced myself to look away.

”Luna,” I called out to her. ”I'll leave the towel on the rack,” I said, hanging the towel on the metal bar of the single towel rack that was supposed to be for towels one used to wash their face.

”Thank you,” Luna answered.

”Do you have clothes you have to change into?” I asked nervously. Even though it might've been better if I didn't ask, but I believe it must be done since her needs were the top priority.

”Hmm...” She started thinking. ”Can you loan me one of your shirts?”

”M-mine?”

”Who's else then?” I heard a soft playful chuckle accompany that almost sarcastic tone of hers.

”Fine.”

I sighed and walked out through the washroom door and made a left turn for my bedroom. I left the doors of both my bedroom and the washroom open for convenience and proceeded directly for my closet. Once there, I started looking through my folded T-shirts that were stored in the drawers at the very bottom of the closet. However, after a brief search, I realized that these probably won't do much in terms of covering up her body as all of my T-shirts weren't very loose and would most definitely lead to something pointing out in the chest region if she were to wear them. With a sigh, I looked through my button-up shirts for one that was big enough for her. Finally, I settled on a white button up shirt for her. I held it up in my hands, taking in the size of it and seeing if it will work. I guess these shirts are all made to be somewhat loose and long if it's not tucked in...

With a shirt picked out for her to change into, I returned to the washroom with the shirt in hand. Even though I had entered the washroom, I was still reluctant to move any closer to the frosted glass door and opted to stand by the sink. In my mind, I imagined an invisible boundary line marking the area that was off limits for me to step foot in and I followed that guideline.

”I found you a shirt,” I said. ”I don't think any of my pants will fit you...”

”It's fine,” her voice responded.

There was no longer the sound of water splashing in a chaotic manner against the tiled floor and instead, there was silence. Therefore, she must be in the bath at the moment.

”You need anything else?” I asked. ”If not, I'll wait out—”

”Yeah,” I heard her soft voice say from the other side of the frosted glass door that also echoed in that showering and bathing room. ”Stay here with me. Please...”

I paused in my motion of turning away and walking out and listened to the silence that ensued. I tried my best to comprehend what she had said as well as the meaning of it. No matter how hard I tried to decipher what she meant, I was only able to understand the literal meaning, which is for me to stay.

”A-alright,” I responded, my voice wavering somewhat as I sat down and rested my back against the wall of the washroom opposite of the sink so that I still did not cross the invisible boundary line that I had set for myself.

”Alevian,” Luna's soft and gentle voice called out in a somewhat frightened and searching manner. ”Are you still there?”

”Yeah,” I responded.

”Thank you,” she sighed and her voice relaxed as if my presence served as a tranquilizer for that mysterious sense of fear she had earlier.

A period of silence ensued as I merely sat there on the ground with my back against the washroom wall and Luna being on the other side of the frosted glass door soaking in warm bath water. It was a pretty weird moment, yet it felt oddly calming for me despite the fact that my heart pounded heavily in my chest. It was just... a warm feeling almost.

”Alevian,” her voice called my name once again.

”Yeah?”

”Have you ever been in love?”

”Why're you asking about this?” I was caught off guard by this inquisition as it came out of the blue and seemed to hold no real purpose. ”Didn't I tell you before I've never had a girlfriend?”

”Well,” Luna responded. ”You don't necessarily need to be in a relationship in them to be in love. In other words, have you ever secretly had a crush on someone?”

”Crush?” I looked up at the ceiling light, taking in the warm lighting that it sprayed down on the small and confined washroom space, dyeing the walls a color of an extremely pale hue of orange. ”Maybe...”

”You mind saying who it is?” Luna then asked, and due to the sudden splashing of water and the enthusiasm in her voice, I could tell that she must've sat up from a comfortable resting position out of interest.