Juicebox

{ Jae }

What the hell did she just say? I think I misheard.

I turn to get a better look at her. She’s curled in a ball, looking up at me with red cheeks. The shirt she's wearing has lifted up and it’s letting me see the soft skin of her mid-rift.

She really looks like a fucking kid all curled up like this. I don’t like it.

"What did you just say?" I ask with a frown, only because I can't believe she's... initiating something with me.

Why would she? There's no way.

"Forget it," she mumbles and tries to get up, but I manage to grab her arm before she runs off. I pull her until she falls back on the bed, "Hey!"

"What did you just say?" I repeat, louder this time. Anya frowns too and I can see she has an internal struggle between repeating it or not.

Maybe she regrets it. Maybe she didn't even say what I thought she said in the first place.

"I wanted to ask you if you took a shower, that's all," she lies. I let go of her arm and just narrow my eyes at her, "You smell... stronger tha