In which twenty-eight-year-old detective Kiba Inuzuka, crosses paths with a girl who turns his once orderly life into pure chaos. After finding out that she is his soulmate; it spells nothing but 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞.
Warnings: infidelity, mature language...
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HE stares at me like I've grown a second head.
Ever since the words have left my mouth, Kiba hasn't said anything. His eyes move frantically to search my face. Still, he is unable of looking me in the eye, despite asking me for just that a few moments ago. He keeps his distance, and when I lean forward slightly, he backs up like a frightened feline. As soon as his back presses again the wall, he loosens a little sigh. I frown at how cornered he feels.
"Did I say something wrong?" I ask.
The tone of my voice is hesitant as I drop my gaze to my lap. My fingers play with the hem of my dress, just so that I've got something to do. I hate sitting completely still.
He seems to think the same thing. I watch his nails as they continuously sink into the palm of his hand. His knuckles turn stark white whenever he curls his fingers into a fist, and I can feel the prickling sensation appear on my own hand whenever he does it. It is rather annoying.
"No," he says finally, "Quite the opposite."
His voice sounds different than it did before. Now, it is much deeper, the rasp of it profound with every vowel. He sounds like he's having a hard time. I feel even worse because of it, despite his reassuring words.
"Sorry?" I say just to find out what he means.
His face starts to turn red as I wait for his answer. He seems flustered now - almost embarrassed as he looks away.
"Mm," he starts unsurely, and I eye the little 'v' to form between his dark brows now, "What you said kind of got me, uh... Going. I'm just keeping my distance until it calms down, because you're well," he motions over me with a clenched jaw, "Innocent."
He's so bad with words.
"It?" I ask amusedly, and can see his shoulders stiffen as soon as my gaze drops from his face.
Oh.
It seems, that Kiba has a dilemma. A rather big dilemma. At my more than obvious ogling at the bulge to reside within his pants, he is fast to place a palm onto his thigh to hide it. I can't help but chuckle at how red his face has gotten, now. At this point, he resembles a stop sign.
"I feel like such a pervert, I'm sorry," he apologizes again, voice meek.
The desire he feels for me is overwhelming, but the contradicting words he says are the ones to make my eyes roll. Sure, I may be lacking in experience when it comes to intimacy, but I am most definitely not as clueless as he thinks. I've explored my body, and satisfied my needs underneath my own hand. The fact that he only sees me as nothing more but a saint because I'm still a virgin is quite irritating, to be honest.
"You think I'm upset because I've made your dick hard?" I ask, tilting my head lightly to the side, "I'd be more upset if I didn't, to be honest."
The blush on his face deepens into a furious shade of red, now. Kiba blinks a couple of times as if fighting to understand what I've just said. I hope he realises that I'm not as innocent as the image he portrays inside his head. Perhaps, I should let him know. Just to be safe.
