Bryce was in the shower when he heard soft whispering voices. He paused to listen. At first, he had thought that it was only a figment of his imagination, but when it came again the second time, he was convinced someone was in his bedroom. Was it Nella?
It couldn't be Nella. She always called and asked for permission whenever she wanted to see him or come over, and they hadn't really spoken to each other for days now. He would've said that maybe his house was being robbed, but the girly giggle didn't sound like a robber. Whatever it was, it still didn't change the fact that there was someone in his bedroom.
He quickly finished his bath, tied a towel around his waist, then reached for the other one that was meant to dry up his hair before stepping out of the bathroom.
There, he came face-to-face with the woman whom he had been avoiding all evening. Her back faced him so she didn't know that he was standing behind her. Was this supposed to be another temptation? All he ever wanted to do was sleep through today and pretend as if it never happened, but how was he supposed to do that when the universe kept on throwing her in his direction?
He could do this all day, but it wouldn't do him any good because she had always managed to give him a boner without trying too hard.
But when she said that she had come to apologize, it intrigued him. If he could remember correctly, then he was the one who acted like a total dickhead, so why would she apologize?
He had been upset, and just when he thought he'd heard it all, she went further to ask if she did something wrong.
"And what makes you think that you did something wrong?" he had asked, closing the bridge between them. He noticed how nervous and uncomfortable she had become under his gaze. Was she scared? Frightened? He didn't have a clue. He's not the one to understand a woman's feelings, but this particular woman was slowly breaking the standard that he had held up for himself to this moment.