The forgotten numbers II A Henry Creel fanfic

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I just stood there dumbfounded, looking him up and down. He was perfect, in every single way. 

     "Am I, disturbing, anything?" I took a step inside, closing the door carefully behind me.

     "I just took a shower, guess I lost track of time." He shrugged as he chuckled. 

I just shook my head and looked around. His room was significantly different from mine. It looked, normal. 

My room was a small white box, with a little bed in the corner. That's it. Meanwhile, Peters's room was big and cozy. He had a big bed, with loads of pillows. In another corner, there was a couch with a small table. He had a record player sitting on a shelf, I had only heard of them before, I had never actually seen one before. His room was filled with books. 

     "Do you even know how to read?" I remarked, walking up to one of the bookshelves. 

The handmaid's tale, The Alchemist, Lonesome dove, Different seasons... 

I could go on and on, I had never heard of these books before. I had only read books that Brenner had handed me which mostly consisted of children's books. 

Peter chuckled, walking up to my side and picking up a book.

A Rose In Winter, by Kathleen E. Woodiwiss. 

     "I think you would like this," he handed it to me. 

I blushed, how do I tell him that I have never read a "real" book. 

     "Thanks," I took the book. He was still walking around with a towel and it wasn't until now that I looked at his wrist 

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I reached out my hand and grasped his wrist, softly caressing the tattoo with my thumb. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze. I smiled a soft smile. 

     "Thank you for letting me stay here tonight," I let go of his wrist, letting it fall to his side. 

     "No need to thank me, darling, I don't want you to be alone." He held me by my wrist, slowly pushing my sleeve up. Trying to see if I like him, was marked. I wasn't. 

I have never thought about it, but on my right wrist, where the tattoo should be, I had a long scar. Had they removed the skin my tattoo was placed on? I pulled my arm away from Peter, embarrassed that I wasn't like him 

    "Oh, I'm sorry if I-" he began apologizing. 

     "It's okay," I smiled. 

I took a step closer to him, but just as I was about to wrap my arms around him, he backed away. 

     "I should probably change," he hurried away to the bathroom

I saw that there was a mattress placed on the floor, next to the bed. I think Peter's plan was for him to sleep there. But since I was the guest, I figured it was best if I slept there.  I laid down and grabbed the book that Peter had handed me earlier. 

After a while the bathroom door opened, revealing Peter in a pair of sweatpants, but again, no shirt. This man will be the death of me. 

But two can play that game. I slid my pants down, leaving me in only a hoodie and my underwear. I pulled the pants out from under the blanket. Making sure that he knew of it.

I met his gaze. 

     "I thought that I was sleeping there," he scratched his head, I could see how he was lightly blushing. 

     "Oh, it's okay, I can sleep here." I looked up from my book, smiling. 

My eyes wandered across his bare chest, he looked marvelous. 

     "Hey, my eyes are up here darling." He smirked as he noticed how I blushed. 

I looked down at my book again, but couldn't stop thinking about him.