Nothing We Could Do

Chapter 21

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I blinked back into consciousness, squinting my eyes against the light.

I reached up and tried to stretch but found myself unable to due to the large yet comfortable weight sprawled across my chest.

"Fuck Kioshi," I tried pushing him off me, "Your so dam heavy."

He moaned sleepily into my neck and buried his face deeper, pulling me closer as I tried to wriggle away.

"Get off," I laughed, attempting to shove his hands away.

"Just a few more minutes Bambi," He groaned, his voice deep and gruff with sleep.

"Fine." I sighed and ran a hand through his hair, wrapping my legs around his middle to pull him even closer.

I closed my eyes, breathing in the mix of his familiar scent and my body wash. I found myself smiling as he nuzzled his nose against my skin.

Was it weird that I felt comfortable with Kioshi Harada of all people?

I'd come so close to telling him about my parents over the phone. So close to telling him why I struggled to sleep. I didn't know how but somehow, Kioshi was crashing through all the walls I'd built up.

Was it possible that I was actually starting to like him?

No, I was just spending way too much time around him. I just needed to distance myself from him for a bit, get my head back in the right place. I looked down at his head still buried in my neck and smiled. I was too comfortable to push him away at that moment. Because fuck, it felt good to hold someone after all the shit with Adam.

I couldn't help but wonder how he felt. I mean, it was obvious knowledge that Kioshi Harada wasn't a stranger to sleeping with women. I almost admired how he was so causal about it. For me, I'd never had sex with anyone but Adam when we were together. And now? It felt weird. And wrong. But a good kind of weird and wrong, the kind that made my heart race and my body tingle.

Was I capable of casual sex?

I wanted to be, because the other night when Kioshi had made me scream his name as orgasm after orgasm shuddered through me, that was a night I wanted to re-live over and over.

He raised his head to me and blinked his weary eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

I shook my head, "Nothing."

He ducked down and nibbled at my neck, "I can hear your brain working overtime. Tell me."

"Stop that," I laughed, pushing his face away.

He propped his face on his hand and grinned, "Tell me what's on your mind."

My breath caught in my throat as his other hand trailed up my thigh, gently rubbing and caressing my skin.

I moaned at his touch, "How do you do it? The whole casual sex thing."

He frowned, "Is this another way of calling me a slut?"

I huffed a laugh, "No. I'm asking a question, no need to get defensive."

"Yeah but what kind of question is that?"

I rolled my eyes, "You asked what was on my mind."

A smirk crawled up his face, "So your saying I'm on your mind Bambi?"

"Ugh, I shouldn't have said anything." I crossed my arms and twisted my face away.

"No Bambi, I'm just joking." He laughed and dove back into my neck, nibbling and biting at my skin.