After taking two steps, I realized that Michael was following me.
"What are you doing?" I stopped and asked.
"Taking a shower," Michael shrugged.
"Didn't you just shower?" I asked. Then, I understood what he was implying. Did he want to take a shower with me? Before I could think about it, Michael had already answered me.
"I'll shower again with you."
Michael had already reached into my clothes. Once again, he took the initiative to close the distance between us.
"Don't touch me." I slapped Michael's hand away and stated my position. "I won't shower with you."
I looked at Michael with a half-smile on his face. I couldn't tell if he was serious about what he had just said, but I would never agree to it.
I wasn't ready to shower with him, and I had never taken one with anyone. Just thinking about showering with Michael made me think that it couldn't be something as simple as a shower, and I had to be wary of him.
