Post by mac on Apr 18, 2017 18:24:09 GMT
Arthur shrugged his shoulders when Chardonnay said it was nothing, slightly put-off by her sharp tone. Once he finished shaving, Chardonnay had stepped into the shower. He couldn’t help but glance at her body out of the corner of his eye, though he constantly shook himself out of his thoughts. When he was certain her back was turned he dropped his towel and put on his boxers, then pants, tightening a belt around his waist to keep the pants from falling down his hips. He put on his blue shirt and buttoned it down, tucking the bottom into his pants.
He combed out his hair and his earring still glistened in the light. He put aftershave on his jaw, ran his hand over his face again, and glanced once at Chardonnay again before he forced himself to leave the bathroom before he could get bothered. How was she so comfortable being naked around him? The concept blew Arthur’s mind. He was still so insecure around her when they weren’t having sex, which honestly, involved their eyes being closed half the time. Just being naked around each other was just... something else. He exhaled and glanced at the cheap watch around his wrist, which bore the time. They were running a little late.
He popped his sister a good morning text, and she reiterated that she wanted to know everything they learned that day. Arthur was now armed with all the information on his parents medical history that Dr. Marshall might need, if he asked about it.
There was a knock on the door to the bedroom, and Arthur looked up from his phone. He heard Olivia, and blinked. ”Uh – we’re almost ready,” Arthur called back, glancing over at Chardonnay as she sat at her vanity. He frowned. ”Haven’t you been applying lipstick for ten minutes?” He asked, getting up off of the bed – which he’d taken the time to make while waiting for Chardonnay to get ready – and glancing at the dress waiting for her to wear. ”I can drive us there, unless you want to fight me again like last time,” he said. ”Either way, let’s go already.”