As I continued to unbutton my shirt, he quickly stood up and grabbed my hands, preventing me from continuing that any further.
I turned my gaze away briefly and found myself smiling, somewhat amused by his pure but genuine reaction.
While I felt him buttoning up my shirt again I gave him a defiant look, which he ignored as his hands delicately slid over the fabric of my shirt, paying a weird but subtle consideration to it.
In the moment when our bodies were oddly close after I failed my attempt to free myself from his grasp, I shivered a little as I felt his breath reach the hollow of my neck.
He reeks of alcohol...
This situation, which initially had the power to amuse me, made me change my mind when I realized that I was potentially considering "having fun" with someone who was probably drunk.
This was extremely wrong.
"Don't take me for a beast or I might take you up on it." was his only remark as he immediately released my shirt, stepping back a few paces as I covered the lower half of my face with my hand, filled with shame.
Here I was, realizing I had just been delusional.
Like, I mean...
How could I never consider the fact that he wasn't sober when he came in? Was this a result of me idealizing him so much that I couldn't see the most obvious point?
As he began to leave, seemingly searching for the object I had taken from him a few minutes earlier, he knelt for a moment, letting out a long, silent sigh upon finding his confiscated object in the trash.
This is so wrong.
Seeing him slightly hesitate in his movements as he stood up, I ended up sighing as well.
"What if..." I began to murmur as he stopped in his tracks, not turning around.
I swallowed my saliva, knowing I would regret what I was about to offer.
"What if we make a deal? I tell you what you want, and in exchange, um..." I started to suggest, biting my lip slightly afterward.
I watched him turn towards me and, as I felt his gaze scan me from head to toe, I strangely became even more nervous than I would have thought I would be.
It would be lying to myself to pretend that he only inspired indifference in me, but I was far from being in a position to accept these kinds of thoughts after all these years.
"You didn't finish your sentence." he eventually noticed as I quickly shook my head, snapping out of my thoughts as I looked him straight in the eyes.
Despite his animosity towards me, I managed to maintain eye contact.
"In exchange, you stop drinking."
He froze at my request, and as he seemed to choose his words for a moment, I crossed my arms.
"Are you taking me for a kid?" he eventually commented back as I rolled my eyes, not amused by his remark that was meant to be slightly ironic.
It was his supposed nonchalance that was starting to get on my nerves.
"No, but I don't see how I could have a conversation with a person that only shows up when drunk."
He shrugged, slightly amused.
"Lucy, can't you just admit that-"
"No, I admit to nothing until you're sober!" I denied outright, shaking my head furiously as I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.
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No more tears - Leon Kennedy
Fanfiction[Butler's Daughter Series] [BOOK 4] 2013. A new year, the same life. At 29 years old, Lucy Castle is an esteemed agent of the American secret services. Uncovering numerous trafficking operations and facilitating the arrest of corrupt politicians dr...