Mine

Chapter Twenty Two

When Dirk and I get home I crawl onto the futon with no intention to get up ever. Dirk laughs at me and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on and then he pokes his head out. "Wanna join me?" I let out a groan because in order to join him I'd have to get up. "You don't have to."

"I want to." I force myself to get up and follow Dirk into the bathroom. "Why didn't you tell me painting was so hard?"

"It's not?"

"No it is, my arms hurt."

"Aw you poor thing." I swat at Dirk's shoulder and he smiles. I hurry to get out of my clothes and jump into the shower before Dirk. I shut the door too and hear him tsk. "You aren't trying to block me out when I'm the one who asked you to join me are you?"

"Who knows." Dirk laughs and I can see him inspecting his shirt that I borrowed.

"God did you bathe in paint or something?"

"No! It's completely unfair you didn't get any paint on you!" I pull back the shower door to scowl at Dirk. "Like how is it possible the paint didn't get on you at all?"

"I guess it liked you better." I watch as Dirk slowly pulls his shirt over his head. I bite my lip and continue to watch him. "Enjoying the show?"

"Well you are pretty hot." Dirk smiles again and hops in the shower with me. "You don't care about your shirt right? I tried to be careful-"

"I flicked the paint at it, don't worry about it."

"Ok." Dirk kisses my forehead and then shoulder past me into the stream of water. "Hey! Now I'm gonna get cold!" Dirk shrugs his shoulders at me and continues to wash off. I take the time to admire his back, since he's built like brick house and I'd never be able to get him to move. His shoulders are wide and powerful looking and I can't help reaching out to trace his well defined muscles as he washes his short hair. There's a splatter of freckles across his back, and a network of crisscrossing scars. I wonder what they're all from, I barely won a strife let alone left him any scars.

"Your turn."

"Hey!" Dirk switched places with me before I'm ready and the shower water sprays me in the face much to Dirk's amusement. "Your mean." I say turning to face him.

"You don't mean that." Dirk squirts shampoo onto my head and runs it through my hair. When he gets bored he starts pulling my hair to shape a mohawk.

"Dirk."

"Stop whining, you look hilarious."

"Ha ha." I grab Dirk's wrists and pull them away from my hair. "Get out of my shower and go keep my spot in bed warm. I need a nap." Dirk pouts for a second before listening. I smooth my hair back down and wash the shampoo out of it. I wonder if he was pouting because he wanted to do more than just sleeping. I honestly don't think I'm up for it though. I turn the shower off and dry off quickly. All I want to do is curl up in Dirks arms and take a nap. I leave the bathroom only in a towel and find a clean pair of boxers in my room. Then I head to Dirk's room and head for the closet.

"What are you doing?"

"Stealing one of your shirts."

"Can't you just use one of your own?" I stop and turn to stare at Dirk. He's sitting up in bed with his eyes glued to his phone. His eyebrows knit together and a frown draws his lips downward.

"I could, but yours are better."

"How?" Dirk asks distractedly.

"Well their longer than mine, and it's cute for me to wear your shirts. Don't you think that?" Dirk shrugs and I dig through his closet and pull out one of his band shirts from when he was in high school. "I mean you don't even wear some of these. Although I usually choose your longer shirts." I pull Dirk's old band shirt over my head and turn to look at him. He's still not paying attention to me. "You went to a concert once in high school right?"