16. Shirt

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As I was waiting for Conrad to get changed I heard a scream.

"SHIT. OW. FUUCK" I heard coming from Conrad's room.

Out of habit I went to check on him I quickly went to open his door but when I did I stopped in my tracks. Conrad was standing there only wearing sweatpants and with wet hair. I only assumed he got out of the shower but damn I just couldn't look away. I mean yeah I've seen him shirtless before but I don't know why I'm just noticing how perfect his physique is. I only realized that I was staring when I heard a voice which called me out of my mini trance.

"Hey, y/n? You okay?" Conrad asks furrowing his eyebrows

"Oh um yeah I'm fine. what about you I heard you scream?"

"Oh yeah I just stubbed my toe that's all"

There was an awkward moment of silence.

"So aren't you gonna put on a shirt or.." I say

"What you don't like this?" He says with a smirk while gesturing to his body.

"No i don't," I lied "now put on a shirt" I say picking up a random shirt and throwing it to him.

He catches it.

"See you later cod-rad " I salute(🫡)

He saluted back with a grin. I walked out and closed the door behind me. And when I tell you a thousand thoughts corrupted my mind I mean it. What if he saw me staring? Did this guy actually ask me if I like his body? I mean I do but I couldn't say that. God why did I have to walk in on him. Wait how the fuck did this go from a depressing conversation to us subtlety flirting. Wait was he even flirting? I should stop-

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