Double Sided Mirror (On hold)

8. Liar?

I stood at the door of the kitchen reminding myself that I would not blush in front of this guy no matter what! I couldn't let him know he was getting to me. He was me and I know me. I am really competitive so I won't blush and lose this game he has started.

I closed my eyes and lifted my arms up to push open the door. Unluckily the door was opened at the same time so my hands came across a warm surface instead. I opened my eyes to see what I had my hands flat against and discovered a pale flat chest underneath my fingers. It was so hard and warm. I jumped back and turned away attempting to force the blush to disappear. He couldn't see me blush!

I heard a soft chuckle emanate from behind me, "Already can't keep your hands off me I see."

I turned around flustered, face hot, "No! I was trying to get the door and you just happened to be there. It wasn't anything! I wasn't-"

"It's okay. I know; let’s just go inside... my cup of water is still on the table. "

"I am not going anywhere with you until you go put on some proper PJ's or at least a shirt." I demanded crossing my arms.

"Huh?" Dmitri tilted his head confused looking awfully cute until he looked down at himself and laughed. He flashed a really irritating smirk that just wanted to be punched away. He was so annoying. "These are my PJ’s. Are they making you uncomfortable?" 

I turned away and forced out a "Yes..." between my clenched teeth. I felt movement behind me and turned to face him with my cleared face. Dmitri started towards me and I took a step back in confusion. What was he doing? He took another step forward and I another step back. After a continuation of this pattern I felt my back hit the cold hard wall of the living room. Oddly the same place Dmitri had cornered Angelo.

How could he easily do this to people? I thought girls hated him... so that means he was distant from them right. Don't tell me he cornered and harassed the girls who hated him! No no. That is going too far! Maybe human girls... yeah here girls would be all over him. Why was this realization making me upset?

I flinched to the sound of a thump above my head and was brought back to reality. Dmitri had slammed his fist into the wall above me and placed his fore arm horizontally on the wall as well. His face, troubled, slowly inched closer and I resisted staring at his lips. I tried to pull my head farther back but the all kept me in place. My face was heated to its limit in seconds. What was he doing! I lifted my hands and placed them flat against his bare chest again prepared to push him away. Sadly my strength was nothing to his and it was a useless attempt.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered, his breath tickling my ear, "Why is it that I can make you blush so easily and you, make me?" No he noticed I was blushing! I turned my head but instantly turned back realizing the other half of his sentence. I made him blush! He wasn't lying, was he? A liar? No that didn't describe him.

I lifted my hand to his cheek to prove to myself what I thought was true. He was hotter and redder than I was and I wasn't the one looking at the opposite gender half naked! I am sure I was fully covered but he still looked at me, differently. Dmitri didn't lie.

His eye bore into mine with such intensity I couldn't look away. Again like before I felt myself float. The world around me began to disappear, and only Dmitri existed. His mask, which always hid his emotions, was stripped from his face and all his troubles shown. Troubles that I wanted to erase. The sensation and wanting to erase it all was overwhelming me again. Why did his eyes show everything...?

"Dmitri... how can I help...?" I pleaded. Dmitri placed his forehead on my own, and I just noticed the dark shadows under his eyes. His forehead felt hot as well. Was he not well?