Us

Chapter four

My whole body froze and heat reached every part of me. I quickly picked up the towel and covered myself again and ran into the bathroom so he wouldn’t see the heat crawling into my cheeks like a wild fire. I had just exposed myself to a stranger; at least he was a good looking one. Stupid, stupid, I beat myself up for being so careless and slipped on the pyjamas on quickly before I did something crazier. I would never be able to look him dead in the eyes now, not that I could before. I took a deep breath and looked to the ground as I walked out, wringing my hands tightly. “Uh, I am so sorry you had to see that. I’m not the prettiest girl, I know.” I was soft with my words and didn’t meet his eyes. I smelt his cigarette burn my nose and heard shuffling before seeing his feet in front of me on the floor. I felt him grab my chin and forced my face up so I could look him dead in the eyes. “You have nothing to be ashamed for.” He said and hesitated, as if he wanted to say something else before taking his cigarette and himself out of my room.

I sighed and sat on the bed, head in my hands as I tried to calm down the nerves that had bunched up in my stomach. He had seen me naked, something no one else had seen since I started bathing by myself as a kid and I hoped he would keep it to himself. I got a bag and packed a few simple items of clothing and my basic bath products before wrapping myself in a warm coat to cover the pyjamas. I saw the light in my mother’s art room was turned on and I felt that knot tighten. He would have seen the painting; you couldn’t miss it even if you tried. I padded softly to the door, my sneakers not making a sound as I did so. My damp hair should have cooled the heat that rose up my neck in embarrassment, but it didn’t. I found him standing in front of the canvas I had been working on yesterday, his hands deep in its pockets as his eyes scanned the artwork. I cleared my throat. “I’m ready.” I said softly, but he didn’t move. “Did you paint this?” He asked, it was low and rough, causing goose bumps to form on my skin. He turned to look at me as I nodded, “Yeah, I painted it yesterday.”

He didn’t reply and just stared at the beautiful eye. Dark brown irises with gold specks, something you didn’t see often in eye colour. He knew exactly whose eyes they were, I mean, you wouldn’t forget how your own eyes looked like right? I swallowed; he was not supposed to see the painting, not ever. I was never expecting him here either. He was silent before taking his hands from the pockets and walking past me. “Let’s f*****g get out of here.” He said and I switched off the lights and followed him quickly down to the door. I made sure to lock up the best I could but I felt the tension rolling off from him and it made me nervous. We walked back in silence; I peeked a look up at him and found his eyes very distant. I sighed; I was doing that a lot lately and thanked him when he opened the door for me. The chatter in the house quietened down when we entered and it turned into a soft whisper. “You can sleep in my room.” He said, leading me up the stairs to the same room I came out of earlier. I stood still in the doorway; I didn’t want to upset him by taking his bed from him too. It was enough that he saved me and I was not going to take advantage. I knew what it was like having a room as my sanctuary and I didn’t want him to feel as though I invaded his personal space.

“I can sleep on a couch or spare bed. I don’t want to-"I then stopped rambling when I saw his eyes, dilated and looking very irritated. “Firstly, all beds here are taken by the others and secondly, it would make me an asshole to let you sleep on a couch alone in a house full of men. Now for the last time, you’re sleeping here.” He said and held the door open for me before coming in and closing the door after him. The room was dark like it was earlier and he made no moves in turning it on. I heard shuffling before he took the bag from me and put it somewhere in the room. “I can’t see.” I said softly, not wanting to madden him any more than he had looked earlier. “I know.” He said and I could see his figure standing in front of me. I felt his hands find the knot of my coat, attempting to untie it. I took a step back, “I can do it, it's okay.” My heart sat in my throat as he took a step towards me, his heat warmed my skin through the clothing and I felt his breath on my face. I looked up, caught a glint in his dark eyes. “You just said you can’t see; let me help you before you hurt yourself. I don’t need you having a broken bone now too.”

My body felt hot and I felt so vulnerable with him so close to me after just seeing me naked not even a few hours ago. I relaxed slowly and he could sense this, unravelling the knot from the coat and sliding the thick fabric from me. His hands grazed my skin and I had to bite my lip from hissing out loud. He hung the coat behind the door with a stretch of his arm, his body not moving away from mine. I could see the features of his face and watched as he closed his eyes, as if he was fighting an internal battle. “Fuck.” I heard escape from his lips and his breath on my face caused a slight tingling in my stomach. His hands circled my waist and prayed silently that he would pull me closer to him like we were earlier that day. My shirt lifted slightly and his thumb grazed the soft skin of my hip which caused my heartbeat and breathing to rapidly speed up. What was he doing? He lifted me from the ground and placed me gently on the high bed, bending down to untie my shoes. Oh, good lord. I felt stupid enough to even think he would like me in that way but the things he was doing to me by trying to help got my heart to flutter in hope that there was a possibility he would look at me like that.

He came up from taking off my shoes and socks, his hands landing on my bare thighs due to the shorts. It burned where he touched and I felt something else start tingling down there. It was the first time I had ever experienced arousal and I was glad for light being off so I could hide the blush. He obviously realised what he was doing and quickly took his hands from my skin. ”Sorry.” I heard him murmur and before I knew it I blurted out, “No!” he paused mid step, his back toward me. My hand immediately covered my mouth. “No, what?” He asked, his voice was low and it sounded strained. This was moving so fast and I wish it didn’t stop. I was eighteen now so I had to own up and take responsibility, no matter how stupid or desperate I sounded. I cleared my throat, it burned. “I meant, don’t be sorry.” I said softly and sighed, I was going to regret was I was going to say next. ”That was the first time I have ever been uh turned on.” I said and bit my lip. The tension in the room turned up a hundred more degrees and I felt my face burn. The thing he did next surprised me, he laughed and turned to me in the dark and I saw a flash of a lighter against a cigarette and watched him with wide eyes. “You’re lying.” He said and I frowned, why the hell would I lie? “I am not; I have never been touched like that by anyone.” I said and felt my cheeks burn hotter as the conversation started getting more personal and embarrassing for me.

“Someone who looks like you? You can’t be a virgin.” He stated and I felt anger start to bubble. Someone who looks like me? What the fudge was that supposed to mean? “Someone like me?” I asked him and he went to the window to kill the butt. I could see the clouds pouring in and I wished I could crawl into my bed and sleep. “Yeah, you’re sexy as hell. I’m sure you’ve got everyone wanting to f**k you, I mean, I do.” He said with a shrug and I felt like I was going to pass out. His raw use of words made the tingling down there heighten and I scoffed, trying to calm all the parts of me that were begging him to do those things he was saying. So much was happening so fast. “Trust me; no one has gotten near me and my flower.” He gave me a look, “Your flower?” I nodded, “In other words, my virginity.” He stepped away from the window and looked at me with a dangerous look that told me what came next was far from good. “I want to do something, only with your permission that is. You don’t even know me so I won’t hold it against you if you say no.” He was walking to me now and stopped barely a hairs breath from me and looked down as I sat on the bed.

I nodded and he took off his shoes before sitting on the bed next to me. “You ready?” He asked softly and before I could reply, He grabbed my hips and planted me on his lap. ”Let’s see how true that virgin story is.” I heard him murmur and I was about to say something when I felt his hands running up my bare legs that straddled his wide hips. I felt the pads of his fingers disappear beneath the silky fabric before he gave my butt a slight pinch. I squealed softly and his chest rumbled slightly under my small hands. He was looking at my face, looking for any signs that I might be faking the noises I was making or the things my body was doing. His one hand came up to cup my neck, something I’d only experienced reading in a novel, and brought my top half closer to him. I thought he was going to kiss me by the way he was looking at my lips but instead, he tilted my head back, making my bare neck open for him. He ran those delicious lips across my throat and up my neck to bite slightly on the lobe of my ear, causing my legs to clench tighter around him. His whisper of movements drove my head into a dizzy state and making me want more of everything that he was already giving me. I shook the thought away, no, I was not going to be selfish, he was already giving me so much sensations that I suddenly became addicted to.

I felt every part of him that touched me. His one hand held my thigh to keep me steady while the other cupped my neck, bringing me closer to his mouth. I wanted him to kiss me so badly; I felt that was what we were supposed to do in the vulnerable moment. My hands went up to rake through his hair and he nipped at the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck, causing me to arch slightly. A sound erupted from his throat when he did so, making me smile at the way that it made me feel as confident as a woman should. He enjoyed the fact that I melt into the palms of his hands, so easily. I froze suddenly and he brought his head up to look me in my eyes. “Did I hurt you?” He asked softly against my ear and bumps formed on my flesh. I shook my head quickly, “No! It’s just that, I don’t want you to think I am some kind of girl that just wants to get into your pants because I’m affected so much by your touch.” I said softly and my cheeks flamed warmer. “You mean a slut?” I cringed at his use of words and nodded. “I don’t think that at all. I know now you are a virgin, which means it is completely normal to feel this way, especially when it your first time being with a man.” I felt my body grow warm at his words, he was right; he was man and not a small boy. Knowing that, made it even sexier when he pulled my body flush against him. He looked into my eyes and I felt his breath fan my face, I’m sure he could see my pulse bouncing in my throat.

I felt so tender and he unlatched my legs from him before getting up. He looked like he was about to leave when I got off the high bed and went to stop him by holding on to his wrist. “That felt really good.” I said; my voice rough from the heavy breathing. His mouth pulled slightly into what I could only make out as a smile. “If that was good, then you have no idea what it feels like to be filled by me.” He said and I saw a dark look pass over his features. He grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. “You don’t want me to take your virginity. I’m bad and very dangerous and I can hurt you. You’re too sweet to be hurt and it would kill me if I was the one who killed that fire in your eyes.” His words were all true; I could see it and I swallowed. How would he even know what I wanted? “Am I not attractive?” I asked softly as he turned the handle to open the door. “If that is what you think, then think it but you have no idea how hard it was to control the urge to take you. I think you must be the most attractive woman I’d ever met and that makes you very dangerous for me.” He said, his face was a whisper from mine and I could almost feel those soft lips tickling my own. His last words caused my inners to shake and he placed me on the bed again, this time his hands lingered longer on my waist as I watched him being so hesitant.

He left without saying a word and I crawled into his pillows, breathing in his scent. What did he mean I was dangerous for him? I couldn’t hit a spider to save my life but he thought I was dangerous for him? I bit my lip anxiously and closed my eyes as sleep consumed me in full force. I felt the bed dip behind me at one point and the heat of the person told me it was Adrian and fell asleep again. I felt skin underneath my fingertip and frowned, my bed never had these textures and I felt someone holding my waist and my eyes groggily opened. My breath caught in my throat scared to wake the person up. His hand slid up slowly and my breath hitched, his thumb was so close to my breast and I looked at his sleeping frame. My eyes trailed down his bare torso, looking at the way his body was formed so perfectly and bit my lip again, thinking of what he’d done to me and what more he said he could do. But he didn’t want to, this made me frown. Adults could be friends with benefits, maybe we could be that? All the thinking made my head hurt and I gently turned with my back to him. His humungous arm circled my waist and pulled me to him. I giggled softly and stopped when something poked my back. It was hard and I blushed redder, knowing exactly what it was. I closed my eyes, a smile on my lips as I let the most sleep I’ve gotten in forever consume me once again.