Drew had no idea how Cassandra was keeping a straight face. That self-depricating voice in his head was there whispering that he was an idiot for thinking that she’d been flirting with him after all this time, that now as she was standing in his shower she just wanted him to get out and have some privacy. He nodded and backed out, shutting the door behind him. Luckily the paint on him had dried, so he made quick work of pulling out sweats with a drawstring and a t-shirt for her, and then clean clothes for himself. Awkwardly waiting outside the door to hear the water kick on and the curtain close, he tapped on the door and let himself in, keeping his eyes boyishly shut only peaking out to make sure he wasn’t going to trip. “All right, I’ve got clothes here for you on the counter. I’m just do a quick rinse off in Nora’s to get the paint out of my ear- thanks for that, and then I’ll be downstairs putting our clothes in the wash.”
As he turned to step out, his eyes landed on Cassandra’s clothes and momentarily flitted to the silhouette behind the pale blue curtain. It was in that moment he realized that since they’d met he hadn’t been going out as much, even on his weeks without Nora. Shaking his head he rushed out, grabbing the dirty laundry while trying to act like the whole mature adult he knew he was supposed to be. By the time he was downstairs, tossing everything into the wash and in clean clothes sitting low on his hips, he realized he was holding her underwear and, just as luck would have it, she was right there the second the lid to the washing machine closed and he quite literally jumped. “Umm… fancy seeing you here?”
That impulsive part of her brain that she rarely listened to told her to pull the shower curtain back. When she heard his voice, all Cass could think about was letting him see her ... but the fear of rejection (as well as being labeled a crazy person) stopped her. “Okay!” she called back out, trying her best to keep her voice calm. “Thanks!” When she heard the door click shut, she deflated. “Stupid,” she chided herself, “so stupid.” But it’s not like she could just prance herself out to him like that. They were friends. It was so uncommon in this day and age to truly be friends with a member of the opposite sex and she liked that. It was just really, really hard to remember that friends bit when he was as gorgeous as he was. Deciding that working on getting clean was a much better task than wallowing in self-pity, she scrubbed at her skin, getting rid of all the dried paint flecks. Honestly, how the pair got anything on the walls was a true miracle. She took a little longer than normal in washing her body, enjoying the fresh scent that was so very him before rinsing off all the suds and turning the water off for good.
Once dried, she put on his clothes and to say they swallowed her was an understatement. His shirt was a dress and she could probably fit two of her in the sweats. Still, there was something strangely comforting to be in his clothes. Opening the door, she didn’t hear him in his bedroom and didn’t hear water running anywhere in the house so off she went on her journey to find him. The laundry room was the third place she looked — kitchen and living room were, admittedly, first — and she was a little more than surprised to see her panties in his hands. Clearing her throat, she brought a hand to her mouth to cover the laugh at his surprise. “I’m sorry,” she said, hands coming up in defense, “I didn’t ... oh God, I wish I would have tried to scare you. I feel like that would have been so much better.” Leaning against the frame, she took a moment to appreciate him in all his glory and before she had a chance to stop herself, she blurted out: “If I knew shirts were optional, I would have went without mine.” Eyes widening, she again slapped her hand to her mouth. “I didn’t ... oh that was embarrassing.” Laughing, she shook her head. Is that my cue to leave?” She pointed out the doorway, pretending to leave. “I feel that should be my sign to go.”
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