Maya POV.
"I didn't know you were such a scaredy-cat," Mr. Jonah said as he set the test kit on the table and swabbed my thumb with a sterile gaze pad. "Press down on it to stop the bleeding."
"I'm only scared of needles," I grumbled as I did as he instructed, pressing down on my finger.
"If you can't take a needle, how would you endure a penetration?" He asked as he cleared the table.
"That's different," I pouted my lips at him.
"You think?"He glanced at me.
I leaned over and peered at the test kit, "What now?"
"We wait," he said and walked into the bathroom at the side.
20 minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom.
He was dripping wet.
The sleek mass of his brown hair clung to his face. Droplets of water ran down his now-exposed chest, the muscles of his chest rippling with
