Detective Michelson

Assumptions

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The sight of Jared with only a blue towel wrapped around his waist has me drooling. His blonde hair seems to have gotten darker, it has now appears to be brown. My eyes went down a little lower and I saw water droplets running down his beautiful abdomen. I suddenly became jealous, wishing I was the droplets going down to his toned chest, to his eight pack, then to that beautiful v carved into his hips. I didn't dare go lower than that because I didn't want it to look like I was eye-fücking him.

"I thought detectives were supposed to be fat", I blurt out.

Oh cheesecakes, he could get offended by my statement. What if he thinks that he's fat now? "Not that you're fat, or anything. You're actually in really good shape."

He arches one eyebrow and just looks at me with a blank expression on his beautiful face. But I also notice that his cheeks have turned red at my outburst.

"Let me get this straight; based on what you have seen on television, you assumed that every detective you would meet, would be overweight and bald?",he inquires.

"I'm not trying to say that every detective I'll encounter will be fat and bald. What I'm trying to say is that you're really fit, for a detective."

And your hella attractive too.

"It's never good to base your assumptions on someone from their physical appearance of what you've seen on social media, Miss Jakes."

"Celine"

"What?"

"I would appreciate it if you would call me Celine. Miss Jakes makes me feel old."

"Okay Celine, do you have any clothes  I could change into?"

"Ya, wait one second". I run to my room and picked out some of my brother's old shirt and basketball shorts. I was, and still am a big tomboy, and my brother passed down his clothes when they didn't seem to fit him anymore. When he left my mom gave me all of his shirts and basketball shorts. That may seem weird to some people, but not to me, since we were really close. Most of my clothes consist of basketball shorts and T-shirts; they are more comfortable than skirts or dresses.

I run back into the living room and hand him the clothes. Instead of taking them, he stands there and examines the clothes with a frown on his face.

"Is there something wrong?", I ask.

Did he not like the clothes? If he doesn't than that's too bad because I only have basketball shorts and T-shirts that might be able to fit him.

He completely avoids my question and ask a question of his own, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Um no." I don't get how me having a boyfriend is relevant to me handing him clothes.

"A lover?"

"No."

"Whose clothes are those?"

Ohh he thought I was giving him my boyfriend's clothes. Even if I did have a boyfriend, I wouldn't give them to him, that would just be awkward as hell.

"They used to be my brother's."

"Oh"

"Ya, oh."

He lets out a nervous chicle and his cheeks are starting to turn red again. "I was asking, because it would be awkward for me to wear your boyfriend's or lover's clothes. And it makes me feel better than I'm not wearing any of their clothes", he explains.

"Now that we have gotten that out of the way, here", I hand him the clothes and this time he takes them.

"Thank you Celine, and I hope I didn't offend you."

"You're welcome and oh no, don't worry you didn't at all". With that being the end of our conversation, he turns around  and heads toward the bathroom and I couldn't help but stare at his ass. Hot damn, he has an amazing ass.

I mentally scold myself to stop being a creep and turn around to start continue watching The   Vampire Diaries. I continue where I left off, which was when Elena was crying because Damon didn't make it back. I find myself start tearing up again, and at the exact moment Jared decides to walk back in, wearing nothing but basketball shorts. The basketball shorts seem really short on him. How does he expect me to focus on my favorite show, when his beautiful eight pack is right in front of my gaze.

"Sorry, the shirt was too small. I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable."

"Oh, no, it's okay", I reassure him.

It's more than okay... It's great, now I can stare at you'd beautiful body. Especially your eight pack.

"Did you say something", he asks.

"No." I hope I didn't say that outloud.

"Are you sure?"

"Ya", I say and I suddenly became interested in my hands.

"I must be hearing things."

"I think that you are", I lie straight through my teeth, to save myself from the embarrassment.

He doesn't say anything, instead he goes to sit on a different couch and I'm glad that he drops the subject.

"What are you watching?"

"TVD"

"TV what?", he ask his eyebrows pulling together and he looks really adorable with a confused expression on his face.

"The Vampire Diaries", I tell him.

"That dumb vampire show? My sister is obsessed with that show. You watch that?"

"What does it look like I'm doing, captain obvious?", I sarcastically ask. "You know, for a detective, you're not really observant."

"Whatever", he lamely retorts.

"By the way, The Vampire Diaries is a magnificent show. You're just peanut butter and jealous because you aren't as awesome as Damon or Stephan."

"You think I'm jealous of vampires that don't know how to express or deal with their emotions?", he asks.

It looks like he was going to say something else but I went over to where he was and put my index finger on his lips.

"Sorry, but this is my favorite part", I say to him, hoping that he would get it and not be offended by my actions.

He nods his head and removes his finger from his lips and just sets them on his lap. But I was too busy watching what was happening next, to not really pay attention to what he was doing.

We watch the rest of the episode in silence, but towards the end I start bawling my eyes out. I continue on crying and Jared awkwardly rubs my shoulder. I turn to look at him and he seems really uncomfortable. Poor guy doesn't know what to do when a girl cries over fictional characters.

"Sorry about that", I apologized to him.

"Erghmm it's okay to cry, even if it's over a terrible show."

"Like your shows are any better than the Vampire Diaries."

"Actually they are", he retorts.

"Okay, show them to me, and they can't be about detectives or FBI agents."

"Let the challenge begin."

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I finally updated!!!! Woot woot!! Please read and vote and comment. I won't update till I am satisfied with how many reads and votes I've gotten. I would seriously like to get more than 5 votes on a chapter. I made this chapter long cuz I realize my chapters r usually really short. I would like to dedicate this chapter to POMlove  cuz she is an amazing writer and I love her story.

Also please excuse my grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. I've only been speaking it for about 7 years now.

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