Living with Trouble

Chapter 36

I wanna love you in every kind of way ~ H.E.R.

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"Did you just see my boobs?" I squinted my eyes.

He closed his mouth, his eyes still as wide as ever. A giggle escaped my mouth, "you look funny."

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. His jaw ticked twice, I was counting this time. "Give me the shirt," he held his hand out. He kept his attention straight ahead of me.

I handed it to him without a second thought. He snatched it from my hands and shifted the shirt so he was holding the biggest hole of the fabric.

"Put your hands up," he instructed.

I did as he said and put them over my head. Strategically, he got the shirt on me without looking, and it flowed down over my torso. My body shivered as his finger brushed the side of my boob.

"Thank you," I grinned, pushing past him. I flopped on his bed, landing on my belly. I made an "oof" sound.

Victor tapped the leg sticking out from his bed, "scoot over, you're taking up the whole bed."

A steady snore filled the room. He sighed and I felt strong hands move me to the other side of the bed. "That tickled," I chucked. 

He laid down beside me, running a hand through his hair. I frowned and sat up. "Are you mad at me?"

His alluring grey eyes slid over to me, "what makes you say that?" He propped his arm behind his head.

My hands skimmed the pads of his fingers. "You're always helping me. I feel like a leech, just sucking you off," I puffed.

Victor coughed, "what?"

My fingers intertwined with his. "You know a leech sticks to its host and takes its blood. That's what I am," I pointed to him. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at my hand and changed it to face me.

"That's true," he nodded, looking up to the ceiling.

I reared my head back, and blinked in disbelief. "You did not just say that," I inched towards him.

"It is true, you're like a leech sucking me off," he repeated my words, a teasing smirk on his lips.

I moved from my side and put both hands on his, so we were chest to chest. "So you're saying you're mad at me?"

He looked down at our position and closed his eyes, rolling his head back. "Not at all," his voice hoarse.

I tilted my head like a lost puppy. "You confuse me," I collapsed on his chest. I turned my head so I could here his steady heartbeat. "Maybe one day there will be an opportunity for me to help you," I whispered.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

I picked my head up and knocked on his chest.

"Ow Aniya, why are you hitting my chest?" he sat up, grabbing the hand doing the knocking.

"I think there's a mouse in there," I pointed to him. "I can hear it's little feet running inside. I'm naming him Charles, that's a nice name for a mouse. Squeak, Squeak, come out Charles I have some cheese," I sang.

Victor looked at me incredibly, I raised my eyebrows, being dead serious.

"No way did you just smoke weed. Come on, tell me what else you took. Molly? Coke? Mushrooms?"

"I promise I only drunk and smoked a wee bit," I pinched my fingers together. He separated my fingers so there was a greater space between them. I closed them and he opened them again.