Chapter 39
I tried my best to calm my heart inside the bathroom. What was this kid thinking? Sure, flirting a bit was one thing. If it wasn’t for Blake back when I was his age, I would’ve probably also flirted with an older guy if I really liked him, but there was no way I would’ve gotten naked in his hotel room after knowing him for less than a day. Timothy wasn’t right in the head. It was obvious now.
“Do you have clothes on?” I yelled from inside the bathroom toward Timothy.
“Yeah,” I heard him mumble, and only then did I open the door, stepping out with my towel still covering my modesty.
“Don’t do shit like that,” I said as I rummaged through the bags to get some of my new clothing, some soft flannel pyjama pants and a black shirt. “Flirting is one thing, but this is fucking wrong. I don’t know where you got the idea that I wanted to fuck you.”