A Far Cry From You

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A/N: Hello, buddies!

This chapter concludes this scene with Chimon. However, it is more centred on Nanon than on the talk they are having.

Let's go!

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Previously...

I walked towards the kitchen, from where the sound of clinking glass was coming. Ohm was there, shirtless, with his hands covered with soap bubbles. Humming some song, he continued to wash the dishes, oblivious to me.

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I stood leaning on the jam of the door. The sun was coming through the window and hitting his tanned skin, making it shine. He had tied his long hair at the back like Pat from Behind-the-Scenes novel, and his muscles were moving with each action. His back... The urge to mark it was so hard to control. He was looking handsome. Scratch that. He was looking so fucking hot.

"Hey. What are you doing?"

Ohm didn't look in my direction, instead kept two pots on the side to dry.

"I'm washing the dishes. Listen, do you want to cook your omelette? I'm in the mood for it."

Both of us weren't experts in cooking. Ohm was worse than I, modesty to the side. I was able to cook better and had more interest in doing so. I think I was even getting better slowly as time passed and being with him helped with that. We often would get hungry, so I was learning easy and quick recipes more and more to satisfy ourselves (we can't live on snacks only, Ohm likes to eat healthy – chocolates are the exception to the rule). He always appreciated my food even when I didn't. Somehow, he always jumped happily when I made something for him.

"No problem. But before that, do you want to fuck?"

A cup slipped and jumped on Ohm's hands, who was trying to control it with his foam-filled hands, grabbing it finally against the sink. His googly eyes rushed to me, and I tried to control the tingle of laughter that ran through me.

"What did you say?"

He was looking at me from up to bottom. This vision of his slightly parted lips composed this half-cute, half-sexy picture that made my heart skip a beat. Gosh, I love how he looked when I teased him like this!

"It's fine if you are busy. We can do it later."

His eyes widened more.

"Who's busy?"

He threw the glass to the sink, and it broke into pieces.

"Ohm!"

He was practically running to me, raising his hands to grab me, but I took a step back.

"Don't you dare! Wash that foam off first."

"Sure."

He ran back to the sink and quickly opened the tap to wash away the foam from his hands and forearms, not caring about the broken pieces of glass in it or the drop of water that jumped to his belly. He quickly tried to come back to me with his hands still dripping water.

"Ohm! Dry them. Geez..."

His eyes jumped from left to right, looking around for the kitchen cloth. I chuckled, enjoying the warmness his desire for me made me feel. I took some steps forward and leaned against the counter of the kitchen, waiting.