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I have never been so mortified in my life.
Okay, so, Robbie had slept over last night. I assumed he showered the night before, so I didn’t think twice before opening the ajar door.
God, I wish I could just pause that moment and rewind.
Robbie didn’t even notice me, but I noticed him. Damn, didn’t I notice. I never knew he looked that good without clothes on. He had that skinny phisique, but was toned. His abdominal muscles were well defined and perfectly structured into a six pack, down to the tightly lined V and don’t forget the snail trail of dark hair leading lower. The guy was inhumanly perfect.
“Oh, s**t. I’m so sorry!” I had exclaimed and rushed out of the bathroom, tripping over my own feet in the process and trying so hard not to look at the naked male.
“Woah, there.” I had my eyes squeezed shut and I thought that I was falling to the tiles, instead a hand gripped my arm. I’m glad he had a towel wrapped around his waist. Though, that didn’t stop my fantasies from running wild. Oh, God, I’m officically a pervert, am I?
I opened my eyes and stared up at him. I swear the world stood still and the clock stopped ticking. There was honestly no such thing as time. Is that corny?
You know the next stupid thing I did?
It just so happened that, “Your eyes are pretty” slipped past my lips. What an idiot I am!
He didn’t say anything, but he did help me to my feet and let go of my arm. With that I quietly thanked him, ducking my head and trying not to look up as I scurried out the door.
Like I said, mortified!
I texted Vinnie about the mishap of mine and he kept ‘lol’ing.
It wasn’t funny, it was incredibly embarrassing. I don’t even want to face him anymore, or talk to him.

Corey