I turn to my bedroom door. Dabi comes into the living room, arms over his head, yawning. He is still in jeans and black socks. His jeans hang low, showing everything a woman would love. The heat races through my body and I turn away, covering my face.
He walks over and looks down. His eyes glow. My entire body shivers and I can't think straight. Dabi lifts my chin with his finger. I keep my eyes closed, afraid to look.
"What's wrong, princess?" He asked in a dark tone. I shake my head. His finger traces my jaw, and the fire inside me grows.
"Not talking, I see." He whispers. He leans in and pushes his lips against mine. The heat from his lips brings more heat to me. My legs give out, but Dabi still catches me kissing me. The slow movement of his lips made my head go foggy.
"We have to stop Dabi."I say, into his lips.
He pulls back and leans into my ear, "Afraid, princess?"
"Yes." I admit it.
"Then let your body do the talking. Don't listen to your head all the time. "
Don't listen to my head but my body? My body is telling me to push him on that couch and kiss him more, but my head is screaming that I'll regret it. Where's my heart? Not here, that's for sure. Maybe my heart doesn't care now.
I lean back into him, kissing his cheek.
"Good girl." He whispers, heavy. My hands travel from his chest downward. I touch a staple on his chest and feel the warmth. I continue to descend until I reach what appears to be abs.
"This is the first time I've touched someone like this." I say this in excitement.
"Touch wherever you like, I won't force you."
I reached for his pants and felt around the edge. They fit him so perfectly usually, but they're snug right now. I leaned my head back and kissed him again. His hands tickle my waist, but I don't dare move.
His phone rings.
He pulls away and grabs it from his back pocket, answering the call.
"I'll be there in 20." he responds after a moment and hangs up. I can't help but glance into his big blue eyes and wonder where he's going. He moves his hand and pulls at the bandage I completely forgot about and throws it in the trashcan.
"Where are you going?" I say, covering my breasts.
"Work." He says it coldly. I lick my lips and taste the cinnamon and mint.
"Will I get to hear about it?"
"No, never. I will not expose some hero to my work. " He says it even colder. He goes back to my room and comes back with boots on and his shirt in his hands.
The sadness washes over me from his tone, "No? Do you not trust me? "
His eyes found mine, "No. I don't trust anyone."
He puts his shirt on and goes to my door, opening it, and then slamming it shut.
I stand in the kitchen alone once again. My knees give out and I fall to the ground, shaking with excitement and worry. My body is buzzing, unlike anything I've felt. It's amazing and all I can think about is Dabi.
After a few minutes on the floor, I decided to take a shower to clean off my bottom region. The water felt nice and made me tired. I couldn't sleep though, Dabi wouldn't leave my mind.
His touches still burn on my waist. They lit a fire inside of me and stick to me. My fingertips tingle at the memory of touching him. The blankets get hot after a few minutes, and I kick them off. My entire body is on fire.
