Having Steamy Shower Thoughts

A car crash? 

I held Emma closer.

The sound of tires screeching before a thunderous collision rung through my mind. 

I snapped out of my thoughts and cushioned her. A warm comfort. For a moment, none of us spoke a word. How could we? Apologies and condolences are sayings I’m sure Emma got tired of hearing. 

As if my hand had a mind of its own, I held her head up.

We exchange gazes; that teary expression of hers was enough for me to do whatever it takes to make her feel better.

So I kissed her forehead.

I know, I’m not sure what gave me the bravery to do such a thing either.

Unlike our first encounter, she embraced it. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened, fixated at the sight of my face mere inches from hers. 

Perhaps time stood still and we hadn’t counted how many seconds went by, for we heard a cough from Miss Iwamoto. I jumped, softly releasing Emma and shoved the flowers at her.

“Right. For you.” 

I turned away when I felt my face heating up. Covering my gaping mouth with a hand, I couldn’t bear to face Miss Iwamoto and Emma. Not when I’m actually the one embarrassed! 

“I’m happy for you Emma,” I heard Miss Iwamoto’s chuckle, “He’s a sweetheart. You’re in good hands, dear.”

And that’s the story of how a kiss on a pretty’s girl forehead led to the approval of an old woman that was ready to whoop my ass. 

*******

The day went by so fast, I hated how I blinked twice and it was already over. First it was an ice cream shop, where I learned Emma’s favorite flavor was vanilla, and then a pet store where I watched her playfully spoke in gibberish noises to a puppy. 

On the other hand, my attention stayed with the lizards and bugs. Emma calmly informed me of her spider issues, but not without a cry for mercy when she noticed a tarantula. Heck, she didn’t know that was an option for people. Spiders for pets would’ve been so cool, but alas for a woman like her she insisted it was a dealbreaker for her.

So no spiders for me, as sad as it felt. But she said a pet lizard would be very interesting. 

It’s amusing how we started tossing hints like a game. The more we know of each other the more I came to the conclusion that this is the woman I’d love to spend my days with. 

The Internet would call us modern day Romeo and Juliet. We’ve only known each other for several days, I’d imagine a rabid fan would say, how would someone be so certain that it’s true love? 

To be honest, I don’t really know. Our honeymoon phase had lured us into many close calls. The drive for my desire to be with Emma stemmed from the fact that we’re both objectively attractive. 

Haters might disagree, but that’s because some individuals don’t accept reality. The truth hurts, and what hurts my ego more than anything else is the fact that Emma is dangerous for me. 

If we’re going to be together, there’s a rat I have to deal with. 

And I wasn’t sure if I was prepared for it.

I stared into nothingness. The ceiling fan moved ever so slightly, likely caused by a gust of wind. I reached for the ceiling as if to grasp something I so desperately want but couldn’t have. 

Thinking about our date had given me a serious case of insomnia. Emma ended up volunteering to work a shift overnight at God knows where, and I’m stuck alone in my apartment coping with the fact that she’s not here. 

It’s so tempting to imagine the things I’d do to her. 

If she was home, visiting her apartment at two in the morning would’ve sent alarms in our neighbors’ head. But between us, such visits would only mean one thing.

Imagine playing video games. Or getting a reading from her deck of cards. Heck I never wanted to admit it, but I get curious about my future too. 

Sighing, my thoughts led me to nowhere as I attempted to drift to sleep. I glanced at my alarm clock. 1:00am. I blinked and suddenly it was 4 in the morning.

I groaned. 3 hours was all I’m getting. Rubbing my forehead, I headed to the bathroom and washed myself. 

Hot, steaming water trickled down my back. It felt so good to feel cleansed. I sighed heavily as I thought of Emma, wondering what kind of shampoo she uses to maintain her luscious hair. 

It was nearing 6 by the time I finished breakfast. The few hours I stayed awake barely anything was eventful, although that quickly changed when my phone pinged.

A message from Jaime. 

I glanced at it. Feeling shocked afterwards was an understatement, for I rushed over to my laptop. Never typed so fast in my life but I slammed the keys in such a posthaste that I got my password wrong twice. 

Asshole, calm down. Jaime must’ve taken care of them! 

Inhaling fresh air, I once again inputted my password, this time it rewarded me to my homepage. Briefly thanking God, I went over to check my inbox only to find it full beyond capacity. 

But it was easy to navigate through this hot mess, for the group chat between me and my friends remained on top. 

Well, that’s because Jaime wouldn’t stop messaging.

[Shit bro. lil b found out]

And then there was Macie. A mod of my livestreams who dedicated way too much time being my right hand person in nearly everything. Including picking up the slack if Jaime wasn’t doing his unpaid job as a “manager” of my accounts.

[Ur talking about that stupid bitch that visited his house last time?]

[yeh dude wtf]

[You made sure his address was never leaked? Maybe someone recognized him and posted his location…]

[but its jus lil b???? whoever leaked didnt expose it to other ppl]

[lmao why that bitch, she’s a bloody crackhead. Bet Clover’s got a secret hater. But even haters won’t go this far omfg this is ridiculous.]

[fr]

I debated for a split second whether I want to reveal myself to the conversation. Right as my thumbs were about to type though, the third member of our squad, Conner, went online. 

And what he said shook me to the core. 

[Guys. Found the leaker’s IP. Did you know MistaFukuyama lives there?]