Chary To Ballsy

35. Blazing skin

Chloe's pov

His lips twitched, his mouth moving closer to my ears.

"Something to do with us being naked and---"

Before he could finish his sentence I'd already smacked his head upsidedown making him groan painfully.

It's not like I didn't like his line of thoughts, it's because he always managed to make me weak, he'd find a way to humiliate me. I ended up flustered in those games and it wasn't funny. I wish I would wound him the way he did me.

"That's not fair." He pouted.

Such a baby. I snorted out loud.

Now that we weren't so close and intoxicatingly so, I was still able to look at him. He was painstakingly handsome and it didn't do my cheerleading parts of me any good. Those silent parts of me were always screaming for him.

It seems like he'd come home earlier and changed into his signature grey pants and a black sweatshirt.

I let out a hideous yawn stretching all the way back as I lifted my hands and that only earned Caesar a grunt.

I thought he was grunting because of my so not appealing yawn but when I looked back at him, it wasn't about my yawn anymore, it was entirely something else.

"What?" I squeaked glaring at him.

His intense gaze didn't waver a bit. His eyes roamed all over my body and he didn't try hiding his scrutinizing gaze on me.

I moved up a bit, the covers that were covering my legs finally ridding themselves.

"Woman." He groaned out loudly.

I was clueless until I looked down on myself and noticed the way my short nightdress had ridden up and my cotton panties were showing. And for God's sake, I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples were pressed against the light material of my dress and at the thought of his gaze on me, I felt them getting even more perky and harder.

Most of my skin was showing and I didn't do anything to cover myself until self consciousness hit me moments later. That's when I sucked in air and pulled the covers up, making them swallow us both.

"Perv!" I smacked his head again.

His eyes were now hooded but I didn't miss the way his lips stretched and a smirk crawled back to his face.

"I like the view." He admitted not even an ounce shy. Heat was creeping up my neck and my cheeks were so damn flushed.

He didn't help, his looks reduced me into a puddle of goo. Everytime.

"I hate you." I said in a weak snarl making him smile evilly.

"Do you really?" He bit his lip.

I screwed my eyes shut trying to imagine him as an hyena or anything ugly because at that moment I wanted to crawl into his arms, beg him to touch me and do whatever he wanted as long as he got rid of the fire that was burning inside me. But he'd make a joke out of it and the thought of just that made me mad at him.

"Oh Marvelous." His voice made me open my eyes instantly. "Why are you so---"

He was the one to screw his eyes shut this time. He palmed his face and then went back to looking at me. Except this time, his look was serious and the mischievous glint in his eyes from before had vanished only to be replaced by what seemed to be longing and adoration.

"So?" I raised a brow.

"So you. So beautiful. So irresistible."

My jaw dropped. He don't get to say things like that, he'll unravel the last bits of me that are keeping me together.