Blinded.
Brendon walked in the room, moving past Ryan to turn on the water. He set it just right, not too hot, and not too cold. He turned to Ryan but turned back once again as soon as he saw the sight before him. “Crap.” And for once, he thanked God that Ryan was blind.
“What?” Ryan’s confused voice came. He touched the wall, attempting to walk to Brendon.
“You – you’re naked and I – I looked,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize.” He felt slightly ashamed that he . . . felt himself come alive.
Brendon finds himself alone in his house with his blind friend, Ryan.
Ryan needs help taking a shower, and who other than Brendon does he have to ask?
R. 1, 407 words. Ryden ONE SHOT
“What?” Ryan’s confused voice came. He touched the wall, attempting to walk to Brendon.
“You – you’re naked and I – I looked,” he stuttered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize.” He felt slightly ashamed that he . . . felt himself come alive.
Brendon finds himself alone in his house with his blind friend, Ryan.
Ryan needs help taking a shower, and who other than Brendon does he have to ask?
R. 1, 407 words. Ryden ONE SHOT