WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?
Derek was still on the bed, going through Emma's history notes, or rather trying to understand a paragraph but failing to because of his unpresent, unassimilating mind which was already filled with thoughts of Emma, specifically their love making last night; when Emma walked into the room from the small bathroom, clouded in a white thick towel which stopped at the upper end of her thighs.
"You're still here? You should be dressing up." She said, walking to the wardrobe to get clothing for school.
"Yeah... you're right." He said, keeping her note on the bedstand, and standing up abruptly from the bed, all the while, not removing his eyes from her long legs which seemed to go on forever.
She was his. Oh, the joy that filled his soul.
"Quit staring at me like that, and use my bathroom. You can change in your room later." She said, as she caught him staring at her, while trying to apply lotion on her leg which she had kept on a chair, near the dressing table.