Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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Cold. So cold.
I awoke with a shiver, lashes fluttering as they opened, blinking away the morning bleariness. That's when I see his face so close to mine, that man who had lived for years without voice who I had allowed in my house... In my bed. His eyes are closed but that could mean nothing. Knowing him, he might've just been resting them. He also appears to be the source of my present predicament.
"Let go, you overgrown ice pack," I order groggily, unfazed by our closeness either because I was well aware I willingly went to bed with him or that it was just too early for me to care. Likely both. Turning over, I face my back to him and curl my legs up as I pull the covers closer in attempts to get warm. I close my eyes, hoping to fall back asleep, when I notice that Phil's body temperature started to rise to a more comfortable level. Confused by this, I peek at him from over my shoulder to find his eyes still shut, but now there is a smile set on his pale lips.
"Better?" He asks in a low tone that sends a chill down my spine.
'He has a nice morning voice.' My eyes widened at my own thought, but I played it off by rolling them and going back to my comfy position. An arm tightened around my waist, making me aware of the fact that he wasn't just laying next to me but spooning me. Well... I'm awake now.
"I should go get ready." I slip out of his hold with ease, trying to wipe away the embarrassment creeping onto my face with little success. Distracting myself by picking an outfit was my next course of action. Unfortunately, he let out a groan of disappointment. Disappointment? Great, that certainly helps the situation, as does the sound of shuffling sheets as he sits up.
"What a shame. I quite enjoyed holding you like that," he comments with an almost seductive purr. When I glance over at the mirror, I find a smirk plastered on his face as he waits for my response. Internally squealing like a crazy person, I turn my heel and point shakily at him while trying to keep my cool.
"You... You shut your face!"
Fuck!
Snatching my clothes, I hurriedly leave the room while being laughed at. Could I really think of nothing better?! It took everything in me not to slam the door to the bathroom shut once I got in there. My heart rate calmed as I dragged a hand down my face. I then undress, changing into a black, button-up blouse with long, translucent sleeves and navy pants that tied into a bow at the waist.
