Her:
I'm not sure what to do now that Nico has left to take a shower. I stand in his living room awkwardly for a moment before I decide to explore a bit. Nico's house, while familiar, feels strangely different now as I wander around.
The rain continues to beat down outside, adding to the strange feeling that's hanging in the air. I walk through the rooms, glancing at the pictures on the walls and the various trinkets lying about.
There's a few pictures of Nico as a kid, I remember how much I despised him back then, he had the perfect life: loving parents, a huge house, plenty of toys... I was so jealous of him, until everything started crashing down, and I realized that the "perfect kid" facade was just an act to hide how fucked up his family actually was.
After his dad went to jail, I stopped hating him, and I started hating myself instead, I was embarrased by how oblivious I had been. I know that I was just a kid, but I should've at least tried to help.
When the truth came out, Nico started acting like a stupid teenager; he got into fights, skipped school, started smoking... eventually, he stopped talking to me, and I hated him for that. But now... now I think that he just wanted to keep me safe from the person he was becoming.
After wandering around the house for a bit, I finally get to Nico's bedroom. I sit down on the edge of his bed, feeling my heart thump in my chest as the memory of the fight replays in my head. I was so scared, I was terrified that he would do something he'd regret.
I shake my head slightly, trying to clear the thought from my mind. I trust him, despite everything that's happened tonight, and I know he would never intentionally kill someone. He's just... complicated.
I'm still lost in thought when I hear the sound of the bathroom door open and footsteps approaching. I look up to see Nico standing in the doorway, wearing just a towel around his waist.
I'm caught off guard for a moment, my eyes tracing over his bare chest and the droplets of water that are still running down his skin. When did he get so hot?
I feel my cheeks heat up slightly, torn between the sight of him and my thoughts. "Uh... hey," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady as he walks over to the dresser.
"Hey." He greets back in a tired voice.
Nico rummages through his drawers, probably looking for a shirt. I can't help but watch him out of the corner of my eye as he moves, observing the way his muscles flex as he forcefully closes his dresser.
"Staring much?" Nico asks with a smile.
I startle slightly as he speaks, realizing he'd caught me watching him. I feel my cheeks flush even more as I quickly avert my gaze.
"I... uh..." I stumble over my words. "No, I was just... thinking."
"Thinking about what?" Nico asks.
I hesitate for a moment, reluctant to admit just how much of an effect his semi naked body is having on me. I see countless rows of abs that disappear under the towel, and that V shape on his pelvis... this man is the personification of eye porn.
"Uh... just... just some things," I mutter unconvincingly, trying to keep my voice casual.
He glances over at me, raising an eyebrow at my response. "What kind of things?" he asks, walking over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.
I shift uncomfortably on the bed, my heart racing at the feeling of having him so close to me, his half-naked state is making my mind cloudy.
"Just... just things." I mutter, my eyes flickering between his face and his chest.
"Good, for a moment I thought that you were captivated by my body." He says in a mocking tone.
"I'm not, and you're too full of yourself. I've seen better men." Liar.
Nico lets out a small chuckle as he leans in a bit closer. He can see how my eyes are betraying my words, how I can't seem to look away from his chest.
"You're bad at lying, princesa." He says as he stands up from the bed and starts to put on his clothes.
As he slides his sweatpants on, I can't help but notice the way the fabric clings to his muscular legs and hips, accentuating his lean figure.
When he turns to put on a shirt, I catch a glimpse of what looks like scars on his back. They're faint and a huge tattoo covers most of them, but there's no mistaking the countless lines on his skin covering his back and shoulders.
"How did you get those?" I ask.
"They're from fights..." He murmurs.
That might've been a good excuse for someone who doesn't know Nico. But if there's something I know about him it's that he has never lost a fight. Those scars aren't from fights.
"Bullshit." I say in an annoyed tone. "How did you get those?"
~Hey besties, it's me again. This one is short but there's a longer one coming soon. Thank you for reading. Don't forget to vote and comment if you are enjoying the story. See you soon <3
