They fell asleep at some point. Tiffany realized that her earphones and phone had been neatly put away on the bedside table when she woke up the next day. Jackson must have put them away for her when she was asleep. She suddenly remembered how she would always wake up to her earphones choking her whenever she slept alone…
Jackson was already awake. There was no sign of him on the bed, but his spot was still warm. She could hear soft sounds of movements from the bathroom; he was showering.
Nothing happened last night. She felt both a sense of relief and a certain part of her heart melting away, replaced by a warm, cosy sensation.
He was still in the bathroom even after she had waited for ten minutes. Her bladder was full. She ran to the door and knocked. “Hurry up, I need to pee…”
He opened the door with a mouthful of toothpaste. “Come in and pee then. It’s not like I haven’t seen it.”
The corners of her lips twitched. “Can’t you have some decorum? Get out, now!”
She forced him out the door, relieved herself, then slowly walked out. “Walk a little slower, why don’t you? My toothpaste is going to dry. Can’t you be reasonable?” he asked begrudgingly.
She shot him a glare. “Hurry it up and send me home. I need a change of clothes before I go to the office. Be quick about it; I don’t want to be late.”
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