You turned your head to ask him if he still had the towel on but you heard footsteps get closer.
And you could almost swear that his towel had been lost. Luke was standing against the wall, his arms holding your back tight against his front. It only took a few seconds for the water to get warm, so it was easy to stand without shivering or chattering your teeth, but you finally took in your position. You gasped as the cold water hit your skin, causing Luke’s hand to squeeze your waist.
#Luke hummings naked showers full#
“I’m gonna turn on the water,” he warned and didn’t even wait a second to reach out to the handle to turn it on full blast. “Ssh,” he shushed, his breath hitting your ear. “What are you-” You were cut off by his hand covering your mouth. You furrowed your eyebrows, opening your mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, but his arms flew out through the curtain, pulling you in by your waist. Not thinking entirely straight, he flew into the stall you were about to enter. He didn’t want that and he wasn’t going to have that. He could only imagine the Dean walking in, being notified of loud noises coming from the bathroom, and him being found. You didn’t care - you weren’t doing anything wrong - but Luke’s eyes nearly fell out of his head. He began to walk toward the door but right as he was going to pass you, the bathroom door swung open. He loosely wrapped the towel around his waist, nodding.
“Oh!” he exclaimed, finally seeming to let the situation sink in.
“Were you planning on standing there all night or…?” you trailed. You coughed, causing his eyes to snap to yours. You stared at him, waiting for him to move but he stayed in place, his eyes still on you. “Understandable.” The air was awkward and you narrowed your eyes at him when you saw him eyes venture downward, lingering on your breasts. “I figured it’d be empty,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “It’s almost midnight, what are you even doing taking a shower?” I didn’t even hear you come in, I swear,” he explained quickly before furrowing his eyebrows. “The boys bathroom had piss all throughout it and I didn’t want to walk that far to take a quick shower. "What the hell are you doing in the girl’s showers?” you asked, not particularly caring that you weren’t wearing a top. His entire face was red and he was scratching the back of his neck, looking so embarrassed that you felt bad for him - until you realized where you two were. “Cover your junk!" You heard him mutter a curse and you give him a few seconds before peeking through your fingers, dropping your hand completely when you saw him holding the towel to cover himself. “Yeah? Well you’re completely naked!” you retorted. You blindly grab for your towel, throwing it in his general direction. “You’re half naked!” he responded, still holding a hand tightly over his eyes. Out of all the boys on your campus, it had to be the boy you’d nearly molested in your drunken stupor a month and a half before. “What are you covering your eyes for?” you questioned, covering your own eyes. “What are you-” He cut himself off, his eyes beginning to trail down your body when he covered his eyes. Luke’s eyes widened, finally meeting your eyes. You look briefly, expecting it just to be a figment of your imagination, but you do a double take when you see a tall, rather muscular blonde boy standing at the end of the row of stalls. You hook your fingers around the waistband of your shorts, ready to tug them down, when you see a movement out of the corner of your eye. You pull off your tank top, leaving you in just your bra and short cloth shorts. Humming quietly to yourself, you go to the nearest stall and hang your stuff on the hook outside. You hurry the short walk to the bathroom and push the door open quietly. You shoved your clothes underneath your arm and grabbed your toiletries bag before tip-toeing out of your dorm, careful not to wake your roommate. So you were relieved that was over and, as it was late and most people were either sleeping or out partying, you’d be able to have a decent, peaceful shower. The previous two weeks had been filled with studying, granola bars, coffee, power naps, quick wash-downs and more studying. Exams were finally over, which meant that you were able to take a shower for longer than two minutes. You were practically dancing as you gathered your clothes and toiletries. Side note: gaby’s requests make my heart hurt but if you’d like to hurt too think about this gif while reading aLRIGHT bye
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