Crazy In Love | Buggy

t h i r t y - f i v e

Throughout the rest of the day, we did a lot more shopping. The amount of berry that we, I mean he, spent was insane. It didn't seem to bother him at all, though. To him, berry wasn't a finite thing. If he ever ran low, he could steal some more.

He bought himself some new outfits, too. Including some new pajamas which he said was for my sake, so I wouldn't have to sleep next to him when he had hardly anything on. Part of me was a little disappointed at that. I didn't dare to say that.

Back at the hotel room, Buggy sank down onto the bed, clearly exhausted. I smiled at the sight of him. With his eyes closed, he looked so soft.

He slowly opened one eye, somehow he had known I'd been staring at him. "What?"

I sunk down on the bed. "Thank you for today. It felt... nice being able to get new stuff."

"Don't sweat it," He said nonchalantly. "Do you still want to go out to dinner tonight?"

"Definitely."

The idea of going out for a proper dinner was so exciting. I was also a little nervous, too. I was scared of everyone staring at us like they had today.

"There's a bit of hesitation in your voice. We don't have to go... if you don't want to."

I met his eyes. Part of me considered lying, but I decided that wasn't a good option. I really didn't like lying to him.

"I do want to go - I really want to go. I just don't like everyone looking at us. Doesn't it bother you?"

He considered for a moment, then shrugged. "People have always stared at me, Bets."

"Why?" I asked, genuinely not understanding.

He sighed. "Because of the way I look. My nose has always made me stand out in the worst possible way."

That wasn't something I hadn't really considered before. Sure, I noticed his nose. It was impossible not to. But he was so beautiful that the nose was the last thing I noticed.

I noticed his eyes first, the beautiful emerald green colour that they were. I noticed his blue hair, his bright smile, his charisma, his... Betty, stop thinking about him like this!

"I'm sorry that people always stared at you. That must have been horrible," I said finally. I hated being stared at here, so imagine how he felt having people stare at him all the time, ever since he was a kid.

"It made me who I am. For better or for worse, I wouldn't change it now."

He stretched out his body, his arms under the pillow beneath his head. He looked like he wanted to go to sleep. Instead, he suddenly jumped up, which had given me a surprise.

"You okay?"

"I realised I've forgotten to grab some things. Would you be okay if I left you here while I went out and got them?"

I was shocked. Was he really offering to leave me here all by myself? It took me a minute to gather my reply. "Of course. How long will you be gone for?"

"An hour at most. You can use the time to shower and get dressed for our dinner tonight," He told me, smiling warmly. "I can't wait to see you in that dress again."

My heart fluttered at that. His eyes had this glimmer in them, it was hard to describe. When he had it, though, it made me feel weak. It was as if he thought I was the most beautiful person in the world.

Or, maybe, I was imagining it because I was still desperate for him to like me.

I opened my mouth to speak, struggling to get the words out. Finally, I did. "You're too sweet."

He jumped up from the bed and went to leave, but stopped suddenly. It startled me a little bit. He spun around, sauntered right up to me, placed his finger under my chin to lift my head to look at him in the eyes.

The action made me almost gasp. His gloves were on, but it was still so intimate.

"I can trust you, can't I?" He drawled out slowly. He tilted his head to the side. "This isn't going to be like last time where you try to run off, is it?"

The truth was, I wasn't sure of the answer to that myself. The idea of running away did definitely cross my mind, but the thought was so terrifying I tried not to think about it.

Now, I was forced to think about it. Would there even be a point in attempting something so brash? I was stuck on this island - where would I go? I had no boat, I had no way to get back to my town.

Plus, my action could get this town and my town completely whiped out. It wasn't worth even considering, I decided.

So, honestly, I answered, "You can trust me. I'm not going to do anything stupid. I promise."

"That's my girl," He whispered, grinning his usual smile. "I'll see you soon."

With that, he was off and out of the door. It felt weird being somewhere that he wasn't. Normally, if he wasn't around me, one of his clowns always was. Or I was alone in his bedroom, where I couldn't cause any problems.

I took his advice and went for that shower. It felt incredible. Embarrassingly, I was dirtier than I realised I had been. I scrubbed myself thoroughly with the loofah that had been provided, seeing how dirty the water that ran off me turned.

How could Buggy cuddle up to me when I was this filthy? I wondered. I was sure I didn't smell very nice. He had never mentioned it before, though.

Washing my hair felt even more amazing. They had fancy little shampoos and conditioners, which I used almost half of each.

Once I stepped out, I wrapped the soft hotel towel around myself. The hotel bathroom had the biggest mirror I had ever seen.

Looking at my reflection was shocking. I looked like a different person from what I had just months prior. My face had thinned, my eyes looked puffy. I wondered what about me was attractive to Buggy because I couldn't figure it out.

When I walked back into the bedroom portion of the room, I sunk down onto the bed. The heat from the shower had made me tired. I'd get ready in a couple of minutes, I decided.

Looking towards the clock, realising it had only been twenty minutes. Buggy would be gone for another forty minutes, most likely.

I decided I should use this little alone time I had, probably the only alone time I would ever fully have under Buggy's watch, on something bad that I wouldn't have another opportunity to do.

I slipped my hand under the towl and began touching myself. For so long, I had been wanting to do this but I had always been too scared Buggy would catch me.

The minute his name entered my mind, he was who I began to fantasise about him specifically. I thought back on that first night we had made out, where he had picked me up and touched me all over.

In my fantasy, however, it didn't end there. I imagined a myriad of scenarios of what else could have happened that night.

Without even meaning to, I began to moan and mumble Buggy's name as I imagined all the things I wanted him to do to me. Or all the things I wanted to do to him.

It didn't take long for me to finish. All this sexual energy had been so pent up, I hadn't touched myself since I had become his hostage, so it was a relief to finally deal with it.

When I was done, I was smiling to myself like crazy. It was the best orgasm I had ever had in my entire life.

I stretched my arms up, them sliding under the pillow. That's when I felt it. At first, I wasn't sure what it was.

When I pulled it out from under the pillow and held it out in the light, I was horrified.

It was Buggy's ear.