Crazy In Love | Buggy

t h i r t y - s i x

I held his ear in my hand, desperately praying I was hallucinating or something. There was no way this was happening to me. The embarrassment was too much to handle. How could I ever look Buggy in the eyes again after this?

Finally, my embarrassment turned to rage. How could he invade my privacy like this?

Without even thinking it through, I screamed into his ear. "You asshole! What the hell? I hope you're happy! You've completely humiliated me!"

With that, I flung his ear back onto the bed and stormed into the bathroom. Now the anger faded, embarrassment was back and it was too much to cope with.

I sunk to the floor and began to sob. I have no idea how long I sat there, crying, before I heard a soft knock at the door.

That made me freeze. I wasn't ready to talk to Buggy. I could physically feel my face glow red from the embarrassment of tonight.

"Betty?" He asked softly through the door.

In that moment, I wished I could vanish into thin air. "Go away."

"Open the door. We should talk about this."

That was the last thing I wanted to do. Looking him in the eyes would be horrific.

"I don't want to look at you." That sounded harsher than I had meant it to. I sighed and tried to rephrase it. "I'm too embarrassed."

"Believe me, Boop, I'm embarrassed, too. But you'll have to face me eventually. Think of it as ripping off a bandaid."

He was right. The faster I got this over with, the faster the embarrassment would fade. Hopefully.

I stood up slowly, unlocked the door and opened it wide. Buggy was standing, leaning against the door frame. I could see both of his ears were back on his head.

When his eyes landed on me, they went wide. It took me a moment to realise why.

"Oh," He whispered.

I was still just in my towel. I slammed the door shut as fast as I could. Now the embarrassment was mounting. He had both heard me touch myself thinking about him and seen me in this tiny towel.

Immediately I looked into the mirror, checking how much he had saw. My cleavage was on full display. My face was as red as I had expected it to be.

"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath.

Another knock at the door. "Betty? I have a pair of pajamas you bought today you can get into. I'll even close my eyes when you open the door so I won't see anything."

That was sweet of him to suggest. The fact that he was being so respectful was easing this situation. I appreciated that element of him - he wasn't a pervert, not even close.

When I opened the door, I found that he was telling the truth. His eyes were firmly squeezed shut, in his hands were a pair of pink pajamas I had picked out today.

I took them off him and mumbled a quick thank you, before shutting the door and beginning to get changed. Once I was changed, I washed my face, trying to lessen the impact of how hard I had been crying.

My eyes were red and blotchy, swollen a little bit. My lips had swelled a little, too. Overall, it was plain to see how much I had been crying.

I tried to compose myself. I sucked in deep breaths and tried to think what on Earth I was going to say to Buggy.

When I finally did make it out of the bathroom, Buggy was sat on the edge of the bed. I noticed then that he was wearing a suit. It wasn't a plain black one, it was a blue colour, matching his hair. He also had a red tie on.

It was weird seeing him in a suit. Normally, he wore very similar things every day. He looked nice, though. I couldn't deny that.

More than nice, actually. My instincts pushed me to get close to him, kiss him or... Betty stop!

Part of the reason that I had even touched myself was because I thought it would help alleviate some of the sexual energy I felt towards him. It hadn't. I felt as insanely attracted to him as I always did. It was torture.

"I..." Buggy started, then stalled. Even he looked embarrassed. I was happy he was at least not mocking me or anything. "I'm sorry."

"I thought you would have trusted me by now. Or known that I'm not stupid enough to try and run off."

He seemed so consider that for a moment. "I... do. Well, I think I do. The thing is, I'm around you so much that it feels weird not to have an eye on you -"

"An ear on me, you mean," I blurted out, which caused him to laugh. I couldn't help but smile myself.

"Yes, an ear on you. I don't know if it's a matter of me not trusting you, or more just me being too scared to leave you by yourself. I like to know what you're up to, what you're doing. That you're safe."

That was sweet to hear, but also a little bit annoying in a way. "You can't keep watch of me forever, you know."

"I know. But while you're under my care, I'd like to watch out for you as much as I possibly can."

I sighed heavily. Then, sunk down on the edge of the bed beside him. Our heads were turned so we could look at one another. There was so much I wanted to say.

"In future, tell me if you're leaving any body parts behind. That way I won't do anything embarrassing."

Now his face flushed red. It was visible, even under the heavy make-up he still had on.

"I promise I'll do that. I didn't think you'd do... you know."

My embarrassment was mounting again. If it were up to me, we'd just never talk about this again. I knew we had to at least get it out in the open before that could happen.

"Well, I thought I was alone. I wouldn't have if I'd known you were listening. I'm sorry you had to hear -"

"Hey, it wasn't a bad thing to have to hear," He said, obviously trying to be funny. He had the widest smirk spread across his face. "Especially when it was my name you were saying."

I put my head in my hands. "I'm so embarrassed."

"I'll make you a deal. I will forget about this entire situation and I'll never tell a living soul about it -"

"Oh God," I muttered. I never even considered the possibility of him telling anyone. I would never live this down. "I'll literally do anything."

"That's encouraging to hear. My deal is that you still have dinner with me tonight."

"That's it?"

I was shocked. I expected something much worse than that for our deal. The idea of going out for a nice dinner was actually a nice thought.

"That's it," He repeated, drawing out the words. God, something about the way he did that was so attractive. "Oh, actually, one more condition. You have to wear that red dress."

To that, I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes. He was obsessed with that red dress. That made me smile to myself.

"Well, since you're wearing such a nice suit, I'll wear that nice dress."

"You like my suit?" He asked cheerfully, seeming like he had forgotten the entire debacle we had just had. "When you didn't compliment it, I was hurt a little."

He said that jokingly. I let myself smile at it.

"I was a little too distracted to think about your suit."

"Distracted by what? What happened?" He asked, acting dramatically confused. "See? I've forgotten about it already!"

I rolled my eyes, but decided to continue his little joke. "Forgotten about what?"

"Exactly," He finished. "I don't even remember what I've forgotten."

"Oh, shut up!"

We both ended up in a fit of laughter. This one of Buggy's best qualities. He could turn any horrible situation into a funny situation. I appreciated that about him.

Now, I wasn't so embarrassed. I was just excited at the idea of our dinner together.