Entanglement Series: Of Firsts

You Clean Up Nice

AAAHHHH, I reread this chapter and surprised myself LOL
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I blushed for what felt like the hundredth time when a hand was purposely brushed against my bare knee. Somehow the three of us were shoulder-to-shoulder in the back of Masaru's car, the boys deciding it would be better if we all sat together.

I was wearing a short burgundy A-line dress with cap sleeves and the guys were taking full advantage of the skin being on display. Elbowing Shinsou's ribs, I forced him to back up a little, seeing as he was most definitely ogling my chest.

"My eyes are up here boys," I whispered before batting at their hands to make them behave. Bakugo leaned in, gently pulling me into his side with a hand on my shoulder. The smell of their masculine cologne – yes they had the same scent on, kill me now – engulfed my senses.

"Yeah, but it's hard not to stare when you look so fucking beautiful."

Before I could do more than stutter, Masaru cleared his throat and let us now that we had arrived. As we pulled up a valet jumped to open our doors, Shinsou exited first and turned to offer me a hand. His sleeves were rolled up, showcasing the vein tracking across his forearms.

It should be illegal for freaking arms to look that appealing.

The way his eyes followed my legs, barely glancing up to make eye contact had me realizing just how hypnotic I must seem to them. They were only used to seeing me in workout gear and comfy clothes, never in fancy dresses and make-up.

That being said, they had me just as entranced. Bakugo appeared at his elbow, having hopped out the opposite door, and I drank them in. My eyes slowly roved over the tight-fitting dress pants, languidly perusing the sinfully snug fit of their matching white button ups. Their scorching gazes made my stomach tighten as I exited the vehicle gracefully.

I smirked when Bakugo crowded my back, almost like he couldn't bear to be a foot away from me. Taking both their hands, I led the way after Masaru, knowing full well that these two were on autopilot.

Both sets of hands were hot in mine and slightly sweaty, more so on Bakugo's end of course. Mitsuki was already seated at the table, standing upon seeing us and pulling us each into a hug.

"Aren't you a fucking show stopper," she purred, making me spin. I giggled and thanked her right before Bakugo yanked me out of her grip. The flex of his hand against my hip had me biting me lip.

"Oi, leave her the fuck alone hag. She isn't yours to play with."

The glare she sent him could kill and I shivered at the intensity, taking the seat Masaru pulled out for me.

"If you fucking play with her boy, I will personally make your life a living hell. She is not a plaything."

Bakugo had the audacity to look sheepish. "You know that isn't what I meant."

His mumbled excuse had her punching him in the arm, not wanting to make a scene. Pulling the blond down next to me, I shot him a small smile. He discreetly slid his chair closer to mine and hooked his foot around my ankle, pulling my leg flush against his. His fingers danced over my knee, making me flush scarlet.

Shinsou, not to be outdone, casually rested his arm on the back of my chair as he chatted with Masaru. Deft fingers drew lazy circles on my shoulder. Goosebumps quickly spread down my arm, warmth spreading through my body.