Clato - Like Cement (smut included)

Chapter 6 - Delicate

Clove awakens to it still being dark but hearing the pitter patters of rain on the big glass window across the room.
Glass window? Across the room?
It hits her as she gathers herself that she is no longer in the treehouse and now lying on top of the bed in a, what seemed like teenage boys room, except he isn't there and Clove wouldn't dare leave his room to wonder his halls that she'd never set foot in before to either find him or the exit in the event that she accidentally finds his parents instead and has to explain who the hell she is and why the hell she's in their son's bedroom. Clove stays put on the bed, fiddling with a feather that was poking out of his pillow, waiting for the blond boy to conceivably enter the door and explain to her how and why she'd ended up here.
Unfortunately, Clove's curiosity got the best of her and after snooping around his room out of said curiosity to learn a little more about him, she quietly opened the door in search of Cato. Or the exit.
She tiptoed her way to a flight of stairs at the end of the hallway beside two parallel rooms. She stood still for a moment to try and hear voices which would hopefully indicate if it was safe or not just as she was vigorously but gracefully tugged to her right. She was terrified that this was perhaps a murderers home, not Cato's, and she was approaching approximately her last breath however, to her surprise it was Cato and he had his finger placed across her mouth as he pinned her against the wall by her shoulder/collarbone/upper-boob inside the bathroom. She felt his touch from her head to her toes and it lingered throughout her whole body. Cato glanced at the door then back at Clove as we heard footsteps of what sounded like his father walk down the hallway back to his bedroom presumably. He removed his finger from her lips and whispered "God, sorry that must've been terrifying but my dad finding you in his house would've been more terrifying." Clove releases a breath she'd been holding in for what felt like an hour and looked at him in relief then remembered that she didn't know why she was here in the first place. "What time is it? Why am I here? Is this your house? It obviously is your house because that's your dad-"
He cuts her off by pressing his lips against hers. They were soft and longing. Clove falls into the kiss but quickly pulls away. "Hey! Answer the questions. You can't get out of it that easily."
Cato laughs a little and sighs maintaining eye contact with her, looking down at her smiling. "We both fell asleep for a little while in the treehouse but it began to rain and I got cold so I presumed you'd get cold so I carried you to mine and it's been about 4 hours since then. I was going to wake you but I knew you'd protest because you haven't met my parents yet and you're a disciplined good girl."
His words gave her butterflies and him admitting he shows concern for her made her so internally happy.
"Thank you for making it so I didn't have to meet your parents yet because that would've been awkward to say the least."
She smiles at him.
"What time is it, though?" She asks.
"6am. I'm sorry it's early, I did intend on having you sleep in my bed longer but I'm guessing you might need to get home."
"I do. I'd stay longer if I'd made an excuse like a sleepover prior."
"Let me at least walk you home?"
"If you insist."