Square root of Trouble

First Impressions

Hey everyone!!! So, I decided to add some photos throughout the chapters of how I imagine my characters. This one is Scarlet (ignore the winter clothes) Hope you'll like it 😉

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Chapter 1

That irritating tingling sensation, you know, the one you feel when you're being observed?

Yeah, that's what I have right now, along with a creepy suspicious feeling.

Only, I'm in the shower...

Psycho comes to mind.

A long sigh slips through my wet lips. I definitely don't want to die today, not in the bathroom, not naked, and certainly not with strawberry scented shampoo in my head.

Actually, scratch that, I don't want to die, dot.

Of course that, having a fertile imagination and an adrenaline addiction is no help at all in these situations. As a matter of fact, it usually kind of works oppositely, spiking my interest and causing me to act carelessly.

So, like the rational and mature young woman I like to imagine I am, I get out of the shower to further analyze my situation.

Dripping water all over the place, I don't have time to actually internalize that I can't very much open my eyes without the sting of hair product causing who knows what to my orbits.

Grunting, I recoil from my obvious stupidity. Damn it, think before acting, lady! Okay, okay, this leaves me with two options.

One, return to my relaxing cold shower and sink in my depressed thoughts while the tingling doesn't stop, oooor two, see what's bothering me so much. How obvious is the answer? Don't hold your breath.

The second I try to open my eyes, I am engulfed in a strong embrace and stifled by a breathtaking kiss, the motion taking me completely by surprise.

What The Fuc-wow... A distinctly male fragrance reaches my nose, fresh and clean and I can't seem to separate myself from this encounter. I return the kiss with equal fervor and passion.

Now, before you start judging, let me just say, I don't care for consequences... the moment my blood pressure accelerates drastically and my heart bit doubles up, the rush becomes so strong, all my precautions go out the window. Always had, always will be. I know, I know, maybe I really am insane. The thing is, in the last few days, I learned that life is too short to hesitate, even in situations like the one I currently am. Why live safely, if safe is the last thing I will ever be?

The instant I gasp, his tongue enters my mouth, and then our tongues start to move in perfect harmony, I daresay synchronized. A firm hand touches my slim exposed waist, keeping me still on the spot while the other one escapes to my breast, in a soft caress.

A moan escapes my mouth, and I have to tiptoe to be able to cross my arms behind his neck, joining us even more, his clothes creating a rough barrier against my smooth skin. He lets out a sexy grunt, giving me even more chills and making my nipples harden.

My heart is now thumping so loudly I can't hear my own thoughts, my supposed all-grown-up-and-mature thoughts.

What was I about to do again? Something related with me being murdered in an horrific way... Clearing the fog that obscures my good judgement, I start to remember.

"What the hell?" I yell, braking the hold he had on me. "Bloody Cleopatra, my eyes sting!"

A deep, rumbling chuckle is heard above my curses, while I'm in the most important seek of a towel. Groping and not founding anything, my mind compels me to the next thing that more resembles a towel, a shirt.