𝓑𝓲𝓷𝓭 S. Aizawa

Chapter 108 | Zipped Up

I instantly noticed he was hinting to my open back.

I quickly put a hand to my back at a poor attempt of covering it.

He started walking to me.

I put a hand up to stop him from coming any closer, I was determined not to let him help me. I wouldn't be able to deal with him touching me while he looks like that.

I tried to avert my gaze from him as I put my other hand on my back and tried to reach down to where the zipper was. In the mirror I could see his gaze darted down to where the zipper was and he quickly wetted his lips.

I looked away from him and focused on an object as I tried to lift the zipper. Anger arose easily as it felt like the zipper was stuck, it wouldn't budge.

I tried to hide my anguish as I angrily slapped my hands in my lap.

He chuckled and walked all the way over.

I felt so bare, my back and neck were exposed. I felt my body go red as I could feel him stand behind me. I didn't look in the mirror, I wouldn't.

He put his hands in front of me on either side of my head. He offered both as he bent down a bit, I reluctantly put my hands in his as I let him lift me off the ground easily. I almost tripped but his grip on me tightened.

He slowly let my hands fall from his. I decided to finally look in the mirror and watch him.

I sucked in my bottom lip as he looked up and met my gaze. I tried to keep the stare as he started to speak.

"A shame that I'm zipping it up for you instead of down." He stated, letting his fingers lightly touch my upper back.

I shook a little. His fingers trailed down directly on my spine until I thought I couldn't take it anymore. My body was almost visibly shaking until he finally hit the dip in my back, right above my ass, where the zipper sat. He made a damn good show.

He let his fingers linger just a few seconds more before he grabbed the zipper and started to slowly, zip it up. It was unnecessarily hot.

Just before the zipper fully closed, I saw him dip his head and was met with a lingering kiss on my bare back. I gasped but it was covered up by me biting my bottom lip into my mouth.

I felt his lips leave and the air instantly hit the small damp spot his lips had been. I squeezed my eyes shut as he finished zipping the dress up.

He let his hands fall to my hips and I opened my eyes letting them go wide.

He drew in closer to my body as he let his hands trail down. As his hands went down he had to lean down, and I watched as he let his head be right beside mine, resting on my shoulder. We both stared at each other in the mirror and I couldn't even explain it.

His hands traveled down until they met bare skin and I waited. He let his fingers just barely touch the skin of my mid-thighs before he curled his fingers under the hem of the dress. I gasped and this time I knew he could hear it because he grinned at the mirror.

"I want to rip this fucking dress off you so bad right now." He said.

I closed my eyes and imagined him, just ripping it off me.

I let my lip out of my mouth and spoke, "Not yet, we have a party to get to." I opened my eyes at that obvious promise.

He grinned as he just barely tugged at the dress, "Yet." I let that linger as he whispered that in my ear. "You make me an impatient man."

Fuck.

"Sucks, be patient." I said, putting my hands over his and uncurling them from my dress.

I turned around to see him so close to me I had to tilt my head back not to touch him. He stared down at me and that grin still shone on his face. I pushed him back a bit.

"Party." I said.

"Then?" He asked, as he turned around with me, watching me walk away.

I didn't ignore the confident way I made my hips sway as I made my way to the front door. The boring, shy, almost boyish walk I'm used to won't cut it in this dress.

"We'll just have to see won't we?" I said, my hand on the door knob.

He walked over, and before he could get any closer I opened the door. He trailed behind, waking out the door with me. I turned to lock the door.