Skin to Skin

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I entered his room after making sure that the house is locked up. I saw him scan me from head to toe... I started to feel hot all of a sudden. He walked towards me and closed the door behind me. I stood there, not knowing what to do. I stood there, waiting...

He just... he just left me there standing. What in the actual-

"Come here, let me dry your hair" he said as he sat down on his bed.

Seriously? Let me dry your hair? What!

I sat on the floor infront of him and gave him my towel. He proceeded on drying my hair, massaging my scalp.. so relaxing. Once he was done, I told him I'll dry his hair. We switched positions and I proceeded on drying his hair. His hair is getting long, he might need a trim soon. He looked up at me as I was drying his hair... he looked apologetic... for what?

"Something wrong?" I asked.

"I'm sorry about today" he started, "I know you wanted to stay longer and see more animals.."

"It's alright, we can always go back,"

He sighed.

"Ran, it wasn't your fault, ok?" I assured him. He just nodded and looked back down. He turned to his right and checked my scraped knee.. it was big, but it wasn't that bad, it just stings a little when it gets wet.

"You got hurt, I wasn't able to protect you"

"Look at me," I told him.

He looked up again and I gave him a kiss on the forehead. "I'm fine, it's just a scratch, besides if you wanted to make up for it, you already did."

"I did?" he asked.

"Mhmm.. dinner was great" I smiled at him. He smiled a little.

"Can I have a kiss then?" he asked, turning around so he was now kneeling infront of me.

I fixed his hair a bit, moving some pieces away from his face. "You don't have to ask, you know" I told him, still fixing his hair. I looked at him and smiled. I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before getting my phone and texting my dad to see how he's doing. I turned to look at him and he was just pouting.

"You're so cute," I told him, pinching his left cheek.

I laid on his bed, browsing social media and I did see the tags on his account. Damn, I look so short next to him. He turned the lights off and joined me on his bed, pulling the covers over us. He wrapped his left arm around my waist, scooting closer to me, his head on my chest. I continued to go through Instagram using my right hand while my left was playing with his hair.

"I look so short when standing next to you," I told him and showed him one of the pictures he was tagged in.

"Fun size" he replied.

I felt him relax, which is good, he's been tense since the zoo.

"I want to make it up to you," he whispered, eyes closed, "we'll get busy soon because of the Olympics and then the AVC.. we won't have a lot of time together"

I put my phone away and thought about what he said. We probably won't have time to see each other often, classes, practices and for me, my part time job.

"We'll manage," I told him, "and I already told you, you already made up for it by making dinner."

He got up a little, using his elbow to prop him up. "Why are you so perfect?" he asked. "You're such a suck up, you know" I told him, booping his nose.

He laid down again and snuggled. I closed my eyes for a bit, he pulled me closer and I almost jumped up because of his cold hands, that was when I realized that my shirt rode up. I looked at him and his eyes were closed, but he's drawing circles on my waist and it's just... He pulled me closer and I decided to just turn to my side, facing him and snuggled. His hand now moved to my back, drawing circles here and there, rubbing my back once in a while. I felt his hand go up higher, trying to trace my spine and it sent shiver down my entire body. Embarrassed. Then he stopped. Shit.

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