Cherry Wine: a Hozier Fanfic

Soaked.

"Nervous? What were you to be nervous about?"

He looked stunned by my question, as though he was afraid I had asked.

"It's nothing."

The sun outside must have been blocked by a cloud because the room and outside had suddenly become darker.

I look up at the ceiling blankly, my body warmly wrapped up in the blanket and my head resting on a white pillow. My eyes begin to flutter close and I fight to keep my eyes open.

"You need rest." He put it bluntly.

I roll my head and study the wall, the paintings on it hung quietly.

He turned his attention back to me and took only a few steps in my direction. "You do need to sleep."

"I know, I just.." My words drifted and I closed my eyes. Not out of tiredness, but out of wanting to avoid confrontation.

"C'mon." I could hear his footsteps coming toward me, I felt more safe knowing he would watch over me against any other creatures. The whole stranger fear was still there but I'm too tired to really care. I mean, I'd definitely let a good looking man watch over me even if he was a killer. Oh. Right. I might die. Well...

I felt another blanket be piled onto me to keep me cozy.

I sleepily opened my eyes and gave him a tired smile, he gave me one right back.

His boots trudged over to the corner and I could hear him fiddle with his guitar.

I rolled my head over and watched as the forest faded darker and darker through the glass pane.

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A loud slam had woken me up. My head whips in Hozier's direction and I see he is soaking wet and standing by the front door.

His man bun was drooping at the top of his head from the heavy rain outside. I layed my head back down on the pillow and closed my eyes but I couldn't sleep, I was focused on his boots moving throughout the kitchen.

My eyes moved down to watch him. I hear the latch of the closet door in the kitchen close and I see him holding a towel.

His fingers grasped the front of his trench coat to pull his jacket off of him, which he layed across the kitchen counter. But, it being weighed down with water, fell to the floor. He looked down at it as he pulled his wet hair out of its bun, shaking his soaked hair against his cheeks. He then shook his hands surrounding the towel on his head, attempting to dry his hair.

As he was doing this, he kicked his boots off, one falling over and one standing up. What he did next caused me to cover my cheeks that were as hot as the sun.

Throwing the towel to the floor, his back faced me. His hands had grasped each side of his waist, ever so slowly pulling up his dark, wet shirt exposing his beautiful pale skin. I could see his back muscles contract as he raised his head and flinged his shirt to the counter.

With his torso now exposed, he slightly turned his body. I was able to catch a glimpse of his strong pectorals and the hard pink nipples that accompanied. I felt myself blush madly as I watched him secretly.

I saw his fingers fiddle with his belt buckle, causing me too gain more and more butterflies in my stomach as he proceeded to unzip his wet jeans and slide them down forcibly,  as the wet clothes were now sticking to his thighs.

I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to be asleep. I listened carefully and let my imagine fill in the blanks.

I then heard a door closed and I peeked over the blankets to find he was not in the room.  A split second later, a door opens, and Hozier steps back into the room,  only wearing a towel.