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‘Oh, right, okay,’ I said. Holly turned on the tap to rinse out our mugs. The sound of the water reminded me I needed the loo. I really couldn’t hold on any longer. ‘Can I use your bathroom, please?’
‘Course! It’s upstairs on the left at the end of the hall. I’ll keep an eye on Leo.’
‘Thanks.’
I raced upstairs.Yep. There it is.I could see the bathroom door was ajar. I pushed it open.
Oh shit.
‘Sorry!Spiacente!’ I winced.
Silvestro was butt naked, shaking himself off after taking a wee.How embarrassing.
I quickly turned on my heels and rushed back out to the hallway.
He casually followed me out.
‘Va bene. Ho finito.’
I was rooted to the spot. I understood that he’d finished so I could use the bathroom, but I was pretty sure he was still starkers. He hadn’t washed his hands, which was gross enough, and if he hadn’t done that, I doubted that he’d had time to get dressed either. But I wasbursting. Ever since I had Leo—well, in fact, even when I was pregnant—my bladder seemed to have shrunk to the size of a pea.
Was it really a big deal? At the end of the day, he was just a naked man. Granted, I wasn’t used to seeing a guy in the buff two minutes after meeting him, but this was his home and I had to respect that some people preferred walking around their house in their birthday suits.
Exactly, added Reasanna.He wasn’t to know you were going to come upstairs, was he? He was just answering the call of nature.
I’d just ignore his lack of clothing, go to the loo, then head back downstairs. It was either that or wet myself, which would be much worse.
I turned around and saw Silvestro standing in front of the bathroom door. As suspected, everything was hanging out. And I meaneverything. His beach ball belly, his wiry grey pubes and his meat and two veg.Oh God. I couldn’t look. He casually ran his hand over his bald head and through the straggly pieces of greying hair at the back which skimmed his shoulders, like he was a male model posing at a photoshoot. He definitely wasn’t lacking confidence. His stance was so cocksure (poor choice of words) that you’d think there was a Chippendale standing in front of me.
‘Scusa,’ I said as I approached the doorway. He smiled and remained rooted to the spot.
This is awkward.
‘Scusa,’ I repeated. Louder this time, to make it clear that I needed to get past him.
He stepped back inside the bathroom, giving me a full view of his big hairy backside in the process. He then pulled a brown patterned silk dressing gown from the back of the door, put it on, then walked off.
Why didn’t he do that earlier?
Weird.
I stepped into the bathroom and shut the door. I should really lock it too. After that run-in, didn’t want to riskhimwalking in onmemid-flow.
I jigged up and down like a million ants were in my knickers. Ireallyneeded to go.
Shit. There was no lock.
I scanned the top, middle and even the bottom of the door frame again and nothing.
But if I waited ten seconds longer, I was going to piss myself.
I’d just have to risk it.
I pulled down my leggings and knickers, then perched over the toilet.
Aaaaahhh.
Oh my goodness. That felt like absolute heaven.
