Yara |18+|

52

VICO

Kneeling next to the bath, I leaned over the edge and dipped Yara's washcloth in the water. She sat in the tub, allowing me to drain the hot and soapy water over her skin.

It was a scent I could easily get addicted to, and it was only because it reminded me of her. I looked down at her, forcing myself not to pull her out and drag her ass back to bed.

No, she needed to rest.

Am I ever going to get enough of her?

Was I ever going to become desensitised to her?

If the answer was yes, I could only wish that day would never come. I loved that I felt that way about her. Does this make sense?

My teeth sunk into my lower lip as I adored her sitting two inches from me. Yara looked at peace—at ease. And it was a feat I hoped would last.

Please fucking last.

Her hair was tied, holding it back but that didn't stop curls that were too short from slipping out. I tried not to wet her hair, silently being careful as I ran water over her back. Yara sighed, dropping her head as she let me work. I had already showered, quick and hasty because I needed to tend her afterwards. Not because she asked, but I felt the need to. The need. She was nothing less than patient with me.

Would it be corny to say that my heart felt as if it was about to burst out in a massive grin? I pursed my lips, finding it hard to bite my tongue.

I was expressionless on the outside, but nearly feeling on top of the world on the inside. And that was all because we were good. We talked. We laughed. We fucked and quickly got over it. She apologised—made a promise I needed her to keep and I pushed all doubt to the side when she looked at me with those fox-like eyes.

"Feels good?" I asked, watching as the lathered soap ran over her back with a squeeze of my hand.

I could do it the entire night for her if she wanted me to.

"You have no idea," she whispered, pulling her knees to her chest. Yara closed her eyes, letting out a soft groan when I dismissed the cloth and used my hand instead.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, dipping my hand in the water to feel her on her thigh, close to the part she was feeling the most sensitive.

Yara grinned, peering at me through half-lidded eyes. "Much better."

I nodded, happy that she was no longer feeling hurt. Or that much, at least. Almost losing myself in the flashbacks, I let my own smile match hers. My girl. My smile dropped, suddenly being hit with a realisation that felt like a cold shower. Fuck. I frowned, staring down at Yara and her oblivious self.

"Yara."

"Mm?"

"Yara," I said again, catching her attention when she opened her eyes fully.

"What is it?" she asked, scowling at me.

"Are you my girlfriend?" I asked, being heavily reminded that I have not asked her. I was supposed to answer her, right? Were we even... in a relationship? God, it had completely slipped my mind.

The revelation had my back straightening but Yara chuckled, nonchalantly waving her hand at me when she rested her cheek on her knee.

"Uhm," she whispered, looking to the side. "I think so?"

It sounded like a question. Why did it sound like a question?

My frown deepened. "You think?"

"Well," Yara shrugged. "I just assumed I was. Am I not?"