Burning for her

Chapter 35

Clara

Next time someone shoot me, before I get that bright idea again to hang out with that boy. Never again. Never doing that again. I needed three days to get over the cold that I caught from him. I spent three days in bed being miserable and for some reason letting Abbie take care of me.

That was the only good outcome of these three days. I could cuddle up with her in bed for three days straight without anyone disturbing us. Though sometimes, when she reminded herself that she was angry at me for paying for her flat, she put some distance between us on the bed. Either way she was quickly back in my arms in five minutes.

I didn't mention her moving in with me after that. Until now.

"So," I started, watching her from the side while she did the table as I cut up some veggies. "When are we bringing your stuff here?"

I couldn't stop my grin when the plate in her hand loudly hit the wooden table at my question. "Why would we do that?" She cleared her throat, turning around after placing the items in her hand.

"How else would you move in?" I didn't understand why she made such a big deal about moving in here. She was practically living here already, what was so bad about bringing here a few more items.

I put the tray of veggies and meat into the oven, cleaning my hands while waiting for her answer. "I thought we already settled this." She rolled her eyes, turning around, shifting the silverware on the table just so she wasn't looking at me.

"I thought we did that too." I walked up behind her, resting my chin on her shoulder. "I asked if you were moving in with me. And you didn't say anything."

"I said 'shut up'." She turned around, pushing on my chest to put some distance between our bodies. I didn't like it. But I wasn't going to force her to be close to me.

"I took it as a yes." I shrugged, hiding my hands in the pocket of my pants so I could stop myself from touching her.

"I'm serious, Clara." She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Your face doesn't look serious." It didn't because she always looked so sweet. Her hair freshly washed, falling around her shoulders, her lips pink as always, her blue eyes shining.

"How does my face look then?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Gorgeous." I answered right away, taking a step closer to her, causing our breasts to touch.

"Clara."

"Move in with me." I asked, softly caressing a thread of hair behind her ear.

"The dinner is going to burn." She tried to change the subject, but I was determined to get her to live with me.

"Move in with me." I begged with my lips hovering over hers.

"I can't." She shook her head, her answer making me retreat, lean away so I could look at her.

"Can't? Why can't?" She didn't say she won't move in with me. She said she can't. So there was something blocking her from taking this step.

"I just... it's stupid." She stopped herself, walking past me to the oven, taking a look, like the things in there cook in the past three minutes.

"Hey." I grabbed her wrist, pulling her back against my body. "Talk to me."

"I can't stay in shape if I live here." She whispered, avoiding looking in my eyes.

"What?" I was so taken aback with her answer that I let go of her, letting her walk to the living room. "What are you talking about?" I was completely confused about the point she was trying to prove.