"Um, peeing?"
I shut my eyes, dragging my hands down my face.
"In my bathroom?!"
"You weren't in it."
"You don't live here!"
He doesn't even pause.
"I knocked. No answer. Nature doesn't wait, princess."
I exhale sharply.
I just opened a door on Gio freaking Fontana.
"Why are you even here?" I snap.
"Jin invited me," he says. "Apparently, I'm very cool for an old guy."
"You're twenty-three."
"And yet, still cooler than you."
I groan, massaging my temples. Then the door creaks open. Gio again. Fully dressed,thank God, but still drying his hands with a towel. Like nothing happened.
He gives me a once-over, his eyes moving shamelessly, from my tousled hair down to the untied laces on my shoes. And then he smiles.
"Well, well," he says. "Getting all fancy for someone?"
I narrow my eyes. "Don't."
He steps closer, cocking his head. "Wait... is it her?"
I stiffen. Too late.
"Oh my God," he grins. "Itisher. The mystery girlfriend. You're actually dressing up for the girl. I didn't think you had it in you."
"Shut up."
He pretends to think. "You two look more like siblings than a couple, though. Honestly."
I turn away, heading back toward the bathroom. Before I can stop him, both his hands are on my hair, brushing it down. I freeze just for a second. Then I swat them down, hard.
"Don't touch me," I say sharply. Too sharply.
He lifts both hands in mock surrender. "I was helping. You look like shit. No need to bite."
I push past him into the bathroom and slam the door. I lean against it. I try to breathe.
Just Gio. Just annoying, stupid Gio.
I turn on the tap. I let the cold water run.
This is fine. I'm fine.
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