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'Ouch' the deep gravelly voice groaned.
Marinette yelped in response to the embarrassing first impressions that she had just shared with the man below her.
Her hands were resting upon his chest and her motivation to get up from the depths of unease were low.
The only barrier they had between their skin was the towel Marinette previously had wrapped around her.
'Oh my gosh i am so sorry' the bluenette blurted out in a panicked tone not making eye contact with the person beneath her.
'No no it's fine uh, we may have to get up at some point though' the voice grumbled shyly.
'About that if I move... well uhm the towel won't budge with me and therefore I will be a little too exposed' Marinette mumbled bashfully.
'It's all good I'll just adjust myself and move this way-'
'Yeah I'll shuffle this way' Marinette replied awkwardly before colliding with the boy's body once again, but this time flipping them the other way around.
Marinette's body sprawled out along the floor, her eyes widening as she recognised the grumbly, tired sounding boy who had interrupted her refreshing shower routine.
'Marinette?' The boy spluttered in a surprised tone. His arms were placed either side of her body and were holding his frame up, only centimetres away from her touch.
The bluenette lifted her eyes to meet with his, knowing full well her face was transfiguring to a deepened red colour.
'What are you doing here? Are you in the right room?' Marinette questioned in a whispering tone.
The blonde boy, still not moving from his dominant position over her, shook his head and winked 'Nope room 7 was where I was directed to. Nice to meet ya roomie'
Marinette nodded, slightly turning her head since the towel between them was still so unstable. If one of them moved that was it. game over. The towel would show off too much than what was necessary.
Adrien gazed over at the bluenette below him. Her clean, refreshed look was so alluring. Her pink, slightly plump lips quivered at their close proximity and her hair fell loosely and wildly passed her delicate shoulders.
'I'm going to close my eyes okay and gently roll us over so that we can at least get off of the floor.' Adrien said in a gentle tone.
Following the procedure the blonde closed his eyes respectfully and clasped onto Marinette's waist as he gently rolled them back over. Marinette gently slid off of Adrien. As assumed the tangled towel did not behave and revealed Marinette' slender, feminine figure.
'Can I take a peek' Adrien murmured playfully, tightening his grip slightly on the towel.
'Adrien Agreste, give me that god damn towel right now or your egotistical behaviour won't be the only thing I slaughter' Marinette huffed, pretending to be annoyed yet enjoying the tension between them at the same time.
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Romance"...Before she could make a full on run for it, for a second time he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back into the alleyway. This time pinning her against the wall, her hands placed above her head and their faces inches apart." Love. Hate. Heartach...
