Sweet Naivety

Chapter 8: The King

Chapter 8: The King

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I woke up to my phone ringing. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping it as I answered it without looking at the screen. I held it to my ear, rolling over in the bed tiredly.

"Hello?" My voice was slightly raspy from sleep.

"Good morning, babe."

My eyes widened and I bolted up in my bed. It was Grimmjow! I glared at my phone before putting it back to my ear. "Grimmjow... what time is it?" I had knocked my clock over while I was trying to grab my phone...

"It's already 9:00am! So up and at 'em!" He sounded way more upbeat than I thought he should... especially considering that we had both been up so late last night.

In fact, I had only gotten a few hours of sleep. "Why? I'm tired..." I grumbled, falling back onto my pillow. I winced when pain sparked through my cheek.

"Because you and I are going out. So get ready."

I frowned. "Grimmjow... my face hurts. And I'm sure that it looks terrible..." And I didn't say it, but I wondered why he would even wanna go out with me in the first place.

He snorted. "As if your face could ever be anything less than gorgeous."

If I had been awake enough, I probably would have blushed at his comment. But instead, I just sat up again and looked at the mirror in my room. My face was colored with shades of purple and blue... and my cheek was slightly swollen. I sighed into the phone. "It looks terrible."

"Fine..." He grumbled. "If you're gonna be a big baby about it, then we'll just hang out at your place."

I felt my eyes widen. "What?"

"Get up. Get dressed. Or be naked for all I care. Either way, I'll be over in ten minutes." He hung up before I could say anything else.

It all finally hit me, and I jumped up out of the bed to get ready. Luckily, I had showered last night... so I just had to brush my hair and throw on some decent clothes. Just as I was pulling a shirt over my head, the doorbell was ringing. I stumbled down the stairs and hurried to the door. I swung it open to see Grimmjow leaning against one of the porch columns, smirking happily.

"Hey, babe." He leaned in without any warning and planted another kiss to my cheek.

My blush was an immediate reaction. Just what the hell was going on here?

Without waiting for an invitation, he waltzed into my house, dragging me along with him. The door was shut behind us and then he pulled me into the TV room. "So I figured we could watch movies or something... since you don't wanna go out." He gave me a playful wink over his shoulder.

And only moments later, we were sitting on the comfy couch and watching a movie on the big screen. I was very confused... This strange man was in my house again. I mean, yeah... he had saved me and taken care of me... but I barely knew him! And I was still kind of half asleep. He slung his arm over my shoulders and pulled me close to him, and my entire body tensed in nervousness.

He chuckled. "Relax, babe."

I puffed out my cheeks and pouted. "Stop calling me babe!"

He just laughed and pulled me closer.

As the movie continued, I could barely focus. I had a man's arm around me! And we were sitting so close that our thighs were touching. And out of the corner of my eye I could see his sharp profile... omg! Why did he have to be so freaking attractive?! I tried to keep my breath steady. I felt stiff and uncomfortable. During the whole movie, all I could think about was Grimmjow... how close he was... how his arm felt around me... how it felt to be sitting right up next to him... how good he looked... Jeez, what the hell was wrong with me? My tension kept building as time went on, and I just started to get more and more flustered. Then, finally, the movie ended. And as soon as the credits were rolling, Grimmjow spoke.