Rin is where home is

Chapter 6: That Possessive streak

It's already spring.

The lawn had turned whimsical as leaves and flowers fallen from trees and plants scatter about on the green background like colorful paint splattered on canvas.

She had learned more and more about him as the days went by. He had a protective streak. And she had experienced that firsthand.

After that mayhem at the carnival, he had been occupying her mind most of the time. It's like some wizard cast a spell on her. Her heart starts to race whenever he's around her. Her name even, had a nice ring to it, whenever he calls out to her.

One can probably say, that they had just started going out. Well, he did say he wanted her, and she didn't object his advances. So what's the catch? She's unofficially his. And him hers.

Yeah, it's like most people's FB status. It's complicated.

The same thoughts had been running in her head since this morning. Only when his sharp tone broke the silence did she come about her senses.

"Now what!? You almost broke the vase."

Unbelievable! She almost tripped and he cared more about the vase?

He realized too late that it came out wrong. It's written all over her face.

He was supposed to say 'you almost broke your leg' but got too distracted with that same pair of flesh to utter the words correctly.

He wasn't particularly mad at her for deliberately going against his orders but because she'd put herself in danger.

He sure cared a lot about his stuff, she thought.

"Why are you getting all worked up about this anyway?"

"Because I happen to own everything inside this house."

She gaped at that remark. Clearly taken aback.

"That table is mine, that light bulb-mine, that dog-mine, and even that shirt..."

He had his breath caught in his throat at the sight of her wearing the shirt he lend her.

Furious she snapped back, "And what does that make me?"

"Mine as well."

In one fluid motion he had her lips locked in his.

Take that back. He may be protective. He was. He always worries for her saying she's such a klutz. But it wasn't his protective streak he showed her most of the time.

It was possessiveness.