Quiet Not Innocent | ✔︎

Chapter 34:

A S P E N ♡ W I L S O N
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I'm going to murder this man.

"Put that down right now, Saint." I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose as he held onto one of my bra's in his hand, looking at it and turning it over in his hands like he'd just found a trophy.

He looks at my chest, smiles at me, then nods approvingly before stretching his hand holding my black bra out to me. "You have nice boobs."

Someone please call 911.

I snatch my bra, scowling as I walked past him and over to stuff it back in the drawer he had been poking his nose around in.

"I told you not to touch anything, Saint. I left for one minute and I also told you to—"

"Ooh, what is that?"

I let out a yelp when his hot breath tickles my neck, him right behind me and looking over my shoulder. I turn around quickly, seeing him an inch away, smiling innocently like he didn't just scare me.

"Do you feel like dying tonight?" I smile back sarcastically. "I've been thinking about how bad jail will be for the past hour and it's starting to sound less bad each time I think about it." My eyes drag down his body. "And I told you to change!"

He'd already showered and everything but we struggled with getting him new clothes that fit him. He wore some of my super large oversized shirts and a pair of baggy shorts I had, but even those were small so I ran to the store to buy him new clothes.

While I was working on cranking up the heat in the house, I'd told him to change. But he didn't listen.

"Fine, I'll change." He grumbles.

"Thank yo—hey, I didn't mean in front of me!"

He had reached for his shirt and lifted it up halfway when I'd protested. He pauses to look up at me and then frowns. "Why not?"

"Because I don't want to see you naked." I say in a duh tone of voice.

"I want to see you naked though."

Oh for fuck's sake. I close my eyes tightly and breathe, fighting off a blush. It's been decided.

I don't like drunk Saint.

"You're not seeing me naked, Saint." I scowl at his bright smile. "So shut up and get dressed while I go shower. Don't touch anything. I mean it."

"Can I shower with you then?" He pouts, stepping forward towards me.

"No!" I make an x with my arms. "Absolutely not. You've already showered, first of all, and second, that's a crazy suggestion. We are not showering together. Hell to the hell no."

"But you're my future wife."

My mouth falls open. "Says who?"

"Me." He muses, jabbing a thumbs towards his chest. "I'm going to make you my girlfriend first though. I think that's the first step, right?" I smile at that as he mumbles some nonsense under his breath before looking up at me and nodding. "But don't worry, that's only going to be temporary."