Chapter 2

I wipe away the steam from the mirror after wrapping the thick towel around my disgusting body. This is the only mirror in the house I don’t mind, since it doesn’t show any part of me below my neck. Had it been much lower, I don’t believe I’d ever look at a single one in the entire house. There’s nothing about my body I want to stare at for any length of time.

The pale face that stares back at me is the face of a woman, but no one sees what I see in this one mirror. My blue eyes twinkle a little under the light as I brush my blonde hair back and wrap it tightly behind me. It’s a little too long not to do something with it, but I don’t bother with gels at this point. No sense spending longer than needed on something no one will ever look at as attractive.

I can feel the moisture in the air cling to my body just a little and watch the mirror fog over again. My narrow fingers run through my ponytail in search of something a little damp, but the hair dryer does one hell of a job. It’s something my brother bought for me when I first moved in and I don’t mind using it at all.

No makeup has been applied to my face in a very long time and no need to start now. I wasn’t exactly fending the boys off when I was, so why bother? It didn’t draw their eyes to anything on my face and couldn’t see past my almost childlike appearance.

My fingers turn the slick lock centered on the knob and almost slips between them as I curse quietly. I wish I didn’t need to lock the door, but Cin doesn’t respect privacy and my bedroom doesn’t have a lock. I’ve told Aaron to get me one ever since I moved in, but he doesn’t believe it’s necessary.

I do count myself lucky that my bathroom is attached to my bedroom, just like theirs does, and don’t mind the small room. It’s just big enough for what I need and don’t mind the standup shower. It does the job I need it to do and don’t plan on ever having need of a bathtub.

My hand grips the door hard enough to keep from slipping and opens it to see her sitting on the edge of my bed wearing what looks like a transparent negligee. I’m not surprised in the least, since this is part of the privacy issue she doesn’t seem to get. What part of my fucking room doesn’t she get?

She smiles at me from those perfect lips and her green eyes twinkle. Her black hair takes on a hint of blue as it frames her perfect face, which is a first that I’ve seen. Even her olive complexion is perfect for her and I wish she had some flaw somewhere, but there are none that I’ve seen.