Chapter 9

Using the towel to gently rub my hair, I walk out of the bathroom feeling refreshed. I approach the mirror and as I reach for my hair dryer, my heart skips, and I flinch backward noticing a figure sitting on my couch. I turn around to have a clear view of the person; it’s Austin.

"What the hell are you doing here?" My voice comes out as more of a squeak than I intend. My hands clench around the soft fabric of my towel, my eyes keep darting down to make sure the towel is securely covering my naked body.

Austin is sitting on the couch across the room with a coffee mug in his hand. He looks at me, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly but he didn’t say a word.

"Hello?" I wave my hand at him "Didn’t you hear me? I asked you why you are here?" I repeat, holding onto the towel tightly.

Austin still, doesn’t say a word and he just sits there looking at me with his eyes raking every inch of my body making me even more uncomfortable than I already am.

"Are you gonna talk or what?" I inqui