The Chosen One(s) | Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Chapter 8 - You Keep Telling Yourself That

Just as I had expected, Anakin's body was way too long to fit on the tiny couch in the room, so he slept on the floor. Maybe I should have let him sleep on the bed with me... it's not like it would mean anything. We weren't attracted to each other. We weren't going to do anything. So I ended up offering the other side of the bed for him to sleep on, but he said that he could tell that I was uncomfortable with the idea and that the floor wasn't so bad. Maybe I should have argued with him a bit more...

I woke up and gasped when I looked at the time. It was already 1 o'clock in the afternoon! We had slept in, probably after the disturbance that woke us last night. I shot up from my bed, shimmied out of the covers, and started heading to the closet to change when I tripped over something large and sturdy. What the hell was that?

"Ow!" I heard Anakin's voice shout out in pain. Oh, that large and sturdy thing on the floor that I fell over was him.

"Oh my Force! Anakin, I'm so sorry!" I apologized. "Are you alright?" I kneeled at his side, inspecting his back for injuries. I hadn't realized until then that he didn't have a shirt on. I was touching his bare skin.

His back was toned with firm muscles and his skin was so soft against my delicate hands. I couldn't help by stare. Without even thinking about it, I began to trace small lines across his skin.

"Admiring the view?" Anakin asked me as he raised his brow with amusement.

I immediately removed my hand from his back and got up. "What happened to the shirt you were wearing last night?" I ignored his question.

"I never wear a shirt to bed." Anakin shrugged casually. "I just put one on when you called for my help."

"Oh" Was all I could seem to come up with as a response.

"I don't know why you're so concerned... you seem to like me a lot better without one." Anakin grinned devilishly.

"I was checking your back for injuries." I huffed defensively. On the inside; however, I was panicking, because that's definitely not what I was doing— and why was I admiring Anakin's shirtless back? What was wrong with me these days? I couldn't understand these foreign feelings I was having for him.

"You keep telling yourself that." Anakin taunted me before he stood up.

And oh my Force I should have looked away, because the confusing feelings I was having were now increased 10 fold. Seeing the front of Anakin— his abs. His six pack perfectly sculpted abs— I felt things I'd never felt before. And I didn't want to feel them. I couldn't even describe what I was feeling.

No, it wasn't him, was it? It was simply something biological within me. A primal human response to seeing an attractive man shirtless in such close-proximity. It was nothing more than that... right?

I shamelessly stared at his chest, unable to look away. I had to check that I wasn't drooling.

Anakin was hot.

"Never thought I'd hear that coming from you, Y/N, but thank you." He said with a wide grin filled with satisfaction on his face.

My mouth flew open and I let out an involuntary gasp. "You heard that?" I asked even though I already knew for certain that he had. He laughed hysterically in response.

"This Force connection thing is getting on my nerves." I muttered.

Anakin smirked. "I'm beginning to see its benefits actually." I rolled my eyes in response.

"I'm going to get ready. We slept in. And don't you dare think about following me in the closet." I added a warning at the end considering that yesterday Anakin had told me he wouldn't be leaving my side again on this mission.