I awoke some time later to find myself face to face with Trevor. We were clasping hands and our foreheads were touching. His eyes fluttered open, looking deeply into mine and...
With a jerk we let go of each other and scooted back, blushing hard. We lay there in silence, too afraid to move for several minutes before I decided to break the silence.
“M-morning.”
“Uh, yeah, uh, morning.”
Another awkward silence.
“We, umm, we should probably get showered,” I suggested, feeling something crusty coating my thighs. Trevor nodded and we inched back to the edge of the bed, both resisting the urge to look down at eachother’s bodies, and as one rolled off the bed and stood up. Stepping around the mess in the middle of the floor, we headed for the side door and went into the bathroom.
Like the bedroom, it was dominated by pink, although fortunately there was plenty of white to counterbalance it. The sink was against the wall to our right, beneath a large mirror and on the opposing wall was a large shower with no screen or curtain.
“So who goes first?” Trevor asked.
“Err, maybe we should go together this time,” I suggested hesitantly. Seeing his curious expression I added “Sooner we clean up the sooner we can both get dressed, and after last night it’s not as if we have anything to hide from each other.”
“Point,” he conceded, “Besides if we ‘put on a show’ again, maybe we can get some bonus credits.”
I laughed at the lame joke, tension easing a bit. With a sigh I stepped into the shower followed by Trevor and turned on the water.
