Of Thorns and Glamour

My Star

The next morning I couldn't look him in the eye. I felt so embarrassed by my feelings for him, so I ate breakfast and used my energy to clean. I worked on my room first, dusting the room and then sweeping. I organize as much as I can, and finally I scrub the wooden floorboards that took some extra effort to scrub down. I continue this pattern through the whole house, not stopping. I knew I didn't really need to clean, but it kept my mind off things, as I didn't have a mask to go outside, and I didn't know how to glamour myself with my own power.

"Spring cleaning?" Inchiki asks me, and I spin around. He leans over me, holding himself on the frame of the door. He is far to close and I look down. "I'll get started as well."

"I don't mind cleaning." I say quickly, hoping he wouldn't join me, as I was wanting to keep space away from him. "Don't mind me and do whatever you were planning."

He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, "I'll work on getting rid of the clutter at least. I know I tend to hoard things like a dragon. A clean nest is a happy nest." I blush, thinking what a nest also implies. He didn't seem to notice, so we continue on with our tasks. I hope I could at least make it through the rest of the day without embarrassing myself in front of him.

After some time cleaning we took a few breaks, he even had a little to eat with me for lunch. "I'm sorry for last night. I wasn't thinking, and it has been while since I had a guest living with me." He rubs the back of his neck, his eyes not making contact with mine.

I finish a bite of the bruschetta that he prepared for us. "I should had locked the door," his eyes dart back to me and he smirks, "and heard you knock."

Drinking a glass of something sparkling, I watch  his throat bob, and glance down at my food quickly. "Unless you wanted that to happen?" I drop my food, and I stand up in shock of his question.

"Of course not!" I say, startled and flustered.

He laughs quietly to himself and grabs another piece of food. I glare down at him, "Good," he says at last.

My heart sinks a little, "Why do you say that?" I felt like I wanted to kick myself for being so obvious with the question. I sit back down, feeling my knees knock out from under me.

He looks back at me and sets down his food. Taking another sip he sighs heavily his voice more serious. "This relationship can't develop Lilliume," he points to both of us, his finger going back and forth,"it's for your safety."

I stand up abruptly once again and walk away from the table. "Nothing is developing,"  I breath in, and let out a long breath, "I promise."

I turn around and I watch him as he lays his head down on his knuckles and smirks, "The way you're glowing right now tells me otherwise." I look down at my hands, feeling as exposed as being naked, betrayed by own body.

I glare down at him and take in another deep breath, "Fine, if you don't like me that's fine. I can live with that." My heart keeps breaking in two and I pull away from the dining table and walk to the hallway. Holding on to the door frame I hear him stand up behind me. My eyes are full of tears but I try to go back to my room.

His hand is on the frame above my head and he traps me from being able to move. "I didn't say I didn't like you." My thoughts races at what he just admitted. He grabs my chin and arches it up. "Lily, I-" but my feral thoughts kick in and I grab his shirt pulling him down to me.

My lips ache and are greedy to feel his lips and I kiss him deeply while closing my eyes. My mind explodes, but he doesn't fight it, if anything I feel his body push me against the wall. He holds onto my face now with both of his hands and pulls me to him. I clench onto his shirt and he walks backward until we bump into the dining table. He moves his hands from my face to move the dishes wildly into the floor, they crash and break but we ignore it and sit on it. My body moves without my control and I climb in top of him to straddle his sides with my knees on the table I arch my neck down. I take a moment to look at him, he stares back at me with eyes that could devour. "You little devil," he smirks at me. I hungrily kiss his perfect smirk off his face.