Chapter 106 | Three

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

I instantly stood back up straight and quickly turned around. I was met eye to eye with his chest, he was so close.

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.

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

I opened my mouth to talk but stopped so 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 father and stopped still at the hem of the 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.

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 hands start to shake.

On both hands he had three fingers on my skin. Then, very slowly, he started to trail higher, just barely pulling up the 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 dug my nails into my palms.

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

Our bodies were so close if I accidentally swayed forward a bit, we would touch.

I tried to keep my head still as I could swear I felt myself shaking.

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

I made a quiet noise that I quickly cut off by biting so hard on my tongue my eye flinched.

His left hand laid flat just below my hip, his palm warm. I tried to quiet my gasp.

"Soon," He whispered, right into my ear. "I'm going to be so far inside you, you'll feel it in your throat."

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 went out of my apartment. The touch made me burst, feeling so many emotions at once.

"Holy shit." I breathed, my legs wobbling so bad I actually went red in the face.

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 felt 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 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. 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 by 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.

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

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