𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 106 | Three

I went and bent over to set the heels at the bottom of the dresser where the dress sat. Suddenly, I could feel Aizawa close behind me. I went alert.

I instantly stood back up straight and spun around. I was met eye to eye with his chest, he was extremely close. When did he do that and why didn't I hear him?

I could feel the cold air being blocked off as he radiated heat in front of me. I didn't look up, I couldn't. Fuck, when did I get this awkward and nervous?

I could feel him staring down at me. Say something, something witty, redirect.

I opened my mouth to talk but stopped quickly when I gasped. He was leaned forward a bit to let his fingers trail up the sides of my bare thighs. I could feel his warm fingers trail over the still-damp sides of me, collecting what droplets still remained.

My breath hitched as he trailed up farther and stopped still at the hem of my robe. I felt myself hold onto a word, 'please'. I'm too nervous I can't think straight.

I kept my gaze on his chest, waiting, anticipating. His shirt stretched over his pecs and shoulders, I bit my lip.

He turned his head to face the side of mine and breathed out slowly. I could see him notice the bite mark still red on my neck.

I could feel my arms start to shake.

With both his hands he had three fingers on my skin. Then, very slowly, he started to trail higher, just barely pulling up my robe.

I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked my bottom lip into my mouth searching for something to do. I wanted to dig my nails into the muscles on his arms just to have something to grip onto, I'm feeling so many things right now. I also feel like I'm about to fall back into this damn dresser.

I dug my nails into my palms.

His fingers were going so slow and I had to physically fight myself not to make any noise.

We were so close, that if I accidentally swayed forward a bit, our bodies would meet.

I tried to keep my head still as I could swear I felt myself shaking. Then he started to move his fingers again and I fell forward, my hands splaying on his chest. I quickly looked up at him for the first time during this ordeal. He gazed back at me, tilting his head, his eyes filled with lust causing them to remain hooded.

He traveled up right to the part of my thigh where it starts to become bone, hinting he was just below my hips.

I made a quiet noise that I quickly cut off by biting so hard on my tongue my eye flinched. I refrained from eye contact, feeling his stare burn onto my face.

His left hand laid flat just below my hip, his palm warm. I tried to quiet my gasp. If he even slightly let that hand wander back it would reach my bare ass. He leaned into my neck, his breath caressing my ear and making me shiver. My hands instinctively grasped his shirt, looking for purchase. I refrained from thinking about how strong and hard his chest felt under my fingers. I've never gotten to really have my hands on him like this, and all I wanted to do was start caressing, exploring, feeling.

"Soon," He whispered, right into my ear, reverting me into jelly. "I'm going to be so far inside you, you'll forget every single other piece of shit you've been with."

I jolted and widened my eyes so big I thought they would pop out and roll on the ground.

With that, he gave a quick caress with his palm right on my hip then left me standing there as he walked away. The touch made me burst, feeling so many things at once I was itching to relieve myself.

"Holy shit." I breathed, my legs wobbling so bad I went red in the face. I wanted to call for him to come back but he had already strode out of the apartment with not so much as a glance backward.

I could still feel his fingers on me, like they never left. It felt foreign to realize that he wasn't even still there at all. I was feeling so warm everywhere I didn't even try to move, in fear I would fall.

We haven't even done anything sexual yet and I can't handle what he does do to me.

I'm not saying I don't want it, because I definitely do. It's just an overload I don't know how to control or feel about. I can't imagine how he would actually feel, skin to skin. Stop, I don't need to get so worked up right now.

I shifted uncomfortably then decided to dry my hair and put on comfy day clothes.

Now that I think of it, when I first came here he laid down ground rules. One of them was to never touch him, ever. The irony.

Thinking again, it's always him touching me. I've never really touched or teased him first. I swear I'm not fucking shy or anything like that but he gets me nervous. I can't explain why either.

Maybe if I start making moves on him it will help me feel more confident and less nervous? I don't know, I need to figure myself out along this ride.

I look at the time, 3:56. I have around 2-3 hours. Should I start getting ready?

I stare at my nails as I stand by the dresser. Some are long and some are a little shorter due to me nervously biting them off. I don't fully bite them off so they aren't stumps but they are short. It's a nasty habit I brushed off a while ago but since I arrived here it picked up again.

I didn't have a car, and I didn't need one, there's a nail salon just across the street from my previous apartment.

I changed into jeans and locked the door behind me, silently staring at Aizawa's door as I walked out of the complex.

I got my nails done in less than 50 minutes, she was rather quick. I decided upon sparkly black almond-shaped nails.

Getting back to my apartment I shut it behind me and stripped out of my clothes, walking over to the dresser.