The String
1933 Words
“Your bath is ready.”
I was brought back to reality when I heard his voice.
“Okay,” I answered.
I was supposed to walk towards the basket to get some clothes when he stopped me.
“Just get the towel. I’ll bring you your clothes,” he exclaimed.
“Okay,” I answered as I immediately pick up the towel and went out of the room.
When I entered the bathroom, I can still see the steam coming off the two pails of water. Ugh! I can still feel the pain in my stomach and even in my muscles, especially my waist.
I don’t know if I should take a full body bath or just take a quick bath. But my hair, ugh! It’s such a mess already because it’s so long.
After a while, I decided to just wash my body because I don’t think I’ll still have the energy to let my hair dry when I finish taking a bath. I really really want to lie down now and just sleep until this pain leaves my body and soul.
But I can’t take a bath without tying my hair. and I don’t have a hair tie! Okay, there’s just one thing that I can do.
“Trevor!” I shouted his name on top of my lungs. I immediately heard his knocks on the door.
Oh wait. I’m f*****g naked already. Ugh!
Well, it’s not like I’m letting him in.
“What? Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I stick my ears on the door so I can hear him better. I can also sense that he’s just on the other side waiting for my every whim. “I need to tie my hair,” I added.
“Okay,” he answered without a beat. “I’ll get something you can use,” he added.
I know that he’s going to get me some string. The string he uses for fishing, I guess. Well, that’s what he does every time I ask him to do my hair anyway.
“Nothing!”
“Nothing? You’re getting mad at me for nothing?”
“Yes! Can’t I do that?”
“You can. But that’s just unreasonable.”
“Wow! And I’m the one being unreasonable now?” I can’t help but cringe the moment those words came out of my mouth. I mean…… I guess I’m the one being unreasonable. Trevor has never been unreasonable! Ugh!
“Okay, I’m sorry. Just please tell me what you want me to do,” he exclaimed with those pleading eyes and pleading voice. Ugh! How can he be cute and hot at the same time? And why am I so soft on him? It’s like he has the power over me and my emotions already and I don’t like that! That’s just plain annoying!
“You’re so dense!” I can’t help but raise my voice even further.
“I’m dense?” he exclaimed with pure confusion and shock on his face. Wow, he’s really the one shocked at this point? He’s so clueless about a lot of things!
“Yeah! You might be so good on all these survival things but on the other things? You’re literally useless Trevor Helios.”
“I’m useless?”
“Well…. Just on some…. things.”
“I’m not getting anything.”
“That’s because as I’ve said, you’re dense.”
I heard him sigh deeply and I waited for him to speak. I must have pissed him off already. Well, I mean I get it that I’m annoying but isn’t he more annoying at this point? He literally needs to be told things!
“What?” I raised my brow when he didn’t say another word anymore. What? Is he mute now?
“Nothing.”
I don’t get why I’m now annoyed because he’s the one saying the word nothing now. ugh! I don’t understand myself!
“Fine!” I rolled my eyes at him and sat there in silence. My back is still on him. I was waiting for him to at least talk but he didn’t. I waited… and waited…. And nothing. Ugh! So annoying! I was about to stand up again when he suddenly combs my hair.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
Ugh!
“Is this how it’s done?” he asked as he started, I guess, braiding my hair. wow. Okay? What’s happening?
“Maybe,” I answered almost out of breath. How can he do this to me? How can he make me feel all these emotions just by literally touching my hair. my hair! it’s literally just my hair!
“Okay, I’ll just repeat it if it’s not right.”
After a few minutes, he was done.
“Check it,” he exclaimed and then showed me his braid. Well, obviously, it’s messy.
“It’s messy,” I answered truthfully.
“Okay, I’ll do it again then,” he answered, sounding so determined which made me smile. Okay, I’m enjoying this now, huh?
“How about now?” he once again showed me his braid and even when it’s slightly better, it’s still not as good as my braid.
“Still messy,” I exclaimed. “But… you’re getting better,” I added just to encourage him. Wow, I’m really encouraging him to learn how to braid my hair? what the freaking f**k?
It took him longer at his third try and I’m getting sleepy once again. Well, his strokes are just so gentle that I almost thought that it's just wind who's touching my hair. He has such gentle hands.
“Now?” he asked for the third time.
“Hm……” I was still thinking on what to say because the braid is already okay for me, but I think he could still do better, when he cut me off.
“I’ll do it again.”
“But I already think that it’s okay,” I tried stopping him, but he’s already undone the braid leaving my hair disheveled again.
“Nah, you hesitated. It means it’s not yet perfect.”
“Well yeah, but I don’t think you’ll be able to perfect braiding my hair in less than an hour.”
“But you taught me,” he exclaimed, which made me laugh.
“Well, I do think that I’m a very good teacher.”
“So?” I can hear him smirking already even when I’m not seeing his face.
“Fine! redo it all you want!” I can’t help but giggle when I heard him laugh as well.
He just braided my hair for I think hours and I was already really sleepy, and I had to convince him real hard just for him to stop.
“I’m already really sleepy,” I can’t help but sound whiny because my eyelids are literally so heavy already!
“Fine. what do you think of my 22nd try?” he exclaimed, showing me the braided hair. Well, it’s nice but I really don’t have the energy to comment on it any longer now.
“Yeah, it’s fine now Trevor Helios,” I answered nonchalantly while unconsciously leaning on him already. Well, I’m sleepy!
“You’re sleepy?”
“Yeah! How many times do I have to tell you?”
“Okay! Okay! Don’t be mad,” he exclaimed as I felt him doing something on my hair.
“What are you doing?” I asked sleepily. My eyes are literally closed already and I’m just trying hard to talk to him still.
“Tying it,” he answered.
“With what? You have a hair tie?” I asked after I yawned. Well, if I have little energy right now, I might have felt embarrassed by yawning in front of him. But nah, I want to sleep!
“No. I’m using a string,” he answered, which I didn’t understand but I don’t care anymore.
“Okay….”
“Sleep tight Camille Louella.”
“Camille?” I heard him knock.
“Here,” I put my hand outside the door and I felt him putting something on it. I immediately took my hand back.
“Thank you,” I exclaim.
I comb my hair first and then pull it all back so I can make a bun. But f**k…. How am I supposed to do it again?
I tried hard doing it myself but after three failures, I gave up. I know I can’t do it. But what do I do? Ugh!
“Trevor!” I shouted his name again as I was wrapping a towel on my body.
“I’m here.”
“I need your help.”
“Okay, what do you need?”
“I can’t tie my hair,” I answered embarrassed with my stupidity. Ugh!
“Okay, may I come in?” I was surprised when he immediately agreed. But the moment he went in, I knew he thought I was still fully dressed.
“Okay.”
“What the--”
“What?” I asked, confused with his bulging eyes.
“Nothing. Where’s the string?” he asked as I gave him the string. I turn my back on him.
“What?” I exclaimed when he just stood there and did nothing.
I was supposed to face him again when he started gathering all of my hair.
I can feel the heat radiating from his body as I felt him step forward to get near me. I can almost feel his hot breath on my ears. And then I felt his finger scrape my nape. Okay? What’s happening?
I felt like everything’s getting slow.
“Are you done?” I just had to say something because the silence is so awkward that I can almost feel my fast heartbeat. And I’m worried that he might hear it too.
“Not yet,” he answered with his deep voice. Is it just me or did he sound so sensual just now? what the f**k am I thinking? I’m literally in a bathroom, with just a towel covering my body with Trevor Helios who’s hot as a Greek god! Ugh!
Finally, I felt him tying my hair. God, just get out already! I wanted to scream at him, but I didn't want to look crazy.
“Done?” I whispered. Why the f**k am I whispering?
“Yeah.”
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