Superheroes & Sweethearts

8

"Girl!" Alya gasps, smacking my arm over and over.

"Ow! What!" I slap her hand away.

"Look at this!" She turns her phone screen to me, and my mouth goes dry at the photos. Chat and I, making out on the roof top. "Someone emailed them to me almost a month ago! I can't believe I didn't see this!" She squeals, swiping through the photos. She then gapes, turning the phone to me again. 

The photo shows Chat noir, when he removed the top half of his suit, showing his bare back to whoever took the photo. "What if he has a birthmark or something? That's one step closer to his identity!"

I swallow, nervous, but I play along anyways. "Wow he's really muscular."

"Right!!" She gasps, "Look at this!"

The next photo consists of a zoomed in shot, clearly showing our tongues down each others throat and the side of his bare bicep and chest. 

Gosh, he looks so good.

"Oh my gosh! These have to be the best photos I've ever received! I didn't even know they were a couple."

"Maybe they aren't." I shrug, "Chat disappeared a month ago, perhaps it was just a really steamy goodbye kiss?"

"True.." She hums, "Maybe you're right. Either way, these are going straight onto my blog!" She giggles, all excited.

I guess Chat and I will have to be a bit more careful whenever he kisses me again. Well, if he ever kisses me again. I don't know when he'll be back. We've texted a few times through our kwami's, but nothing has been said as to when he'll return, or where we stand after a kiss like that.

I sigh and turn back to my book, highlighting sections for class notes as Alya types furiously on her phone. Then, she drops her phone, her hands frozen for a second. 

"Uh.. are you okay?" I ask, turning in my chair to face her as she sits on the floor beside me.

"Have you seen Adrien's latest photoshoot?" She stares up at me with wide eyes.

"Um, I saw the ones released last week. Are there new ones?"

She immediately nods, standing and clicking on my computer, typing in a link, then scrolling down.

We both stare at the photo covering the magazine. Oh.. my god. Oh my god.

"Are we seeing the same thing?" I ask Alya, breathless as I stare at a shirtless Adrien, wearing nothing but black boxers, legs parted and leaned back in a dark chair, eyes closed.

Alya nods. "Girl!" She scrolls, and I nearly scream as I take in the next photo. Adrien, looking up through his lashes, black boxers, but he's... hard. 

I stand up and pace the room. "Alya!" I press my cold palms to my warm face.

"I love Nino and everything, but I have to admit, Adrien is good at what he does."

I can only nod as I sneak another glance, and then rip my eyes away. It's so different from his normal photoshoots, but his muscles, the toned ridges, the dark expression; it reminds me of Chat, and I want to smack myself for comparing the two of them.