Drifting

fork

Surprise chapter because I couldn't wait to update for you guys :D 

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"What?"

After I had explained the fork situation to him, and how it was all due to him breaking into my house--which he strongly denied doing, since 'breaking in implies that it was locked'--Ken agreed to help me get it out.

Naturally, I was a little uneasy at the thought of letting him stick his hand down a shredding death contraption, so we compromised.

He agreed that he would try to take it out from the other end, by disassembling the pipes.

And I agreed to myself that I needed a new sink anyway.

Against my better judgement, I handed him the toolbox that my dad had given me and he went to work.

Anxiously, I watched as he began unscrewing things.

This is definitely a bad idea.... Does he even know what he's doing?

Just as I was about to suggest we call a plumber, the pipe that Ken had been unscrewing came off, spurting out a mysterious black sludge onto his gray shirt.

"Ugh," he groaned.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," I apologized.

Ken simply slipped off his shirt, revealing every delicious muscle sculpted onto his torso.

My mouth went dry. I couldn't stop staring.

Finally, Ken's voice pulled me out of my fantasies. "Y/n?"

Looking up at his face, I saw that he had raised an eyebrow.

Who knew that Ken could be so... sexy.

I looked down and saw that Ken's arm was outstretched to me, the soiled shirt in his hand.

I finally realized what he had been asking me.

"Oh! Y-yeah, I'll go put this in the washing machine," I stuttered, snatching the shirt out of his hand as I sped to the laundry room, blushing like a lunatic the entire time.

I dumped it in and started running the machine. As I waited, I tried to calm my racing heart.

In vain, I tried to find a shirt of mine that would fit Ken.

It was no use.

It's okay. I am an adult. Surely I can look at a shirtless guy without getting flustered.

Somewhat confidently, I walked back to the kitchen.

Only to find every inch of Ken's muscles on display as he worked on the sink.

In an instant, all my composure vanished, and I felt my face get hot.

I couldn't help but stare at all of his perfection.

His strong arms flexed with every twist of the wrench.

His abs...

Don't even get me started on his abs.

The faint sheen of sweat that coated his torso made him absolutely mouthwatering.

And Ken didn't even know.