Flower He Couldn't Pluck

CHAPTER 25

THIRD PERSON'S POV

King removed his towel. Rose's eyes didn't leave the piece of cloth till it hits the floor. Shock and nervousness are flashing immensely all over her face.

"What the-" She immediately turns around, wrapping her eyes reflexively.

"What are you doing, King?" She asks, uneasiness is bleeding off her voice.

"Turn around, Rose," He replies casually. "No!" She spats in response.

He huffs and walks towards her, which goes unnoticed by her. "I am not naked if that's what you're thinking." Rose takes a few steps backwards upon realising him standing in front of her, close.

"No! Go and cover yourself first!" She replies, uncomfortably.

"Oh, come on," He snatches her hand off her eyes, Rose gasps at his quick action.

For a second or two, the room drops every noise creating. Everything stops for these two.

She meets eyes with his chiselled chest and his ancient scars, fighting her subconsciousness to look down, to actually see if he is wearing his briefs or not.

She gulps and meets his eyes. There she sees the same emotion, same soft eyes she bump into last night. But it fades away in a flicker of seconds, replaced by his usual cold stare.

Does he remember? She thinks to herself. 

She clears her throat, remembering the punishment thing.

Getting uncomfortable with the uncertainty of him being naked and the silence around, Rose opens her mouth to put words in her defence.

"King, I-I, I had to submit my assignment and," She gulps, her words disappearing as he starts walking towards her. He was already close.

"And what Rose?"

"I'm all ears,"

With each step he was taking, Rose's heartbeat was accelerating.

She has no idea what he has for her in his mind, and honestly, she doesn't want to know.

"And," Rose goes blank, all she can think about, right now, is the distance getting thinner and thinner between both of them.

As soon as space got shorter than her level of comfort, Rose starts to back off.

"And, I had to talk to our coach, we have a performance next week,"

King hums again. Despite knowing that Rose is getting nervous, uncomfortable, and might be scared too, he doesn't stop with the action.

He smirks invisibly, seeing Rose taking steps backwards as he walks towards her.

It seems like he is playing with her, and he is enjoying it.

"Anything else you want to add, sweetheart?"

Rose gasps as she hits the wall behind. Realizing she can't do anything further, she freezes in her place.

King smirks, seeing his prey trapped. He gladly closes the distance between them and rests one of his hands on the wall beside Rose's face.

How tall he is, Rose realizes now. She is parallel to his chest, her head might be just below his collar bone. She gulps, too nervous to look and meet his eyes, she decides to speak looking at the hardcore view in her front.

"Yes,"

King's spare hand travels straight to Rose's chin, very gently he holds it and makes her look up. Up at him.