I turn the water off as Zion steps out of the shower. I turn to step out, and Zion hands me a fluffy black towel and walks into our bedroom. I dried myself off, wrapping the towel around me, brushed my hair, and pulled it up loosely into a messy bun with my hair tie. After taking one last look in the mirror, I walk into our bedroom.
As I walk past the bed to my closet, I notice a large black shirt that I assume is Zions' and a pair of my panties on the corner of our bed. My nerves skyrocket as I realize this will be our first night together. Like together together. My face, once again, heats up from blushing. Zion walks into the room, wearing only gym shorts, with a tray of cookies and two glasses of milk, and places the tray on the dresser under the T.V. mounted on the wall.
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