Walking on Sunshine

Chapter III

After a week or so since Viktor started living with me, I slowly started getting accustomed to, if not at all completely used to him constantly touching me. If he's not touching me, then he's either looking at me or smirking at me as if he's flirting with me. Him being so affectionate never fails to make my blood rush to my cheeks and my mind to short-circuit, leading me to temporarily lose my current train of thought. Not that I'm complaining, to be honest. Just his very touch or the look he throws my way is enough to send a sense of thrill throughout my mind and body. The last time I ever felt something like this was when I confessed to someone I liked in high school. Throughout the past week that he has started living with me, I've grown fond of him. I only wonder if how he's always teasing me means if he feels the same or I'm just reading into it too much. Right now, Viktor and I are seated on the couch watching noontime television with him leaning against me and his arms wound casually around my waist. With remote in one hand, I raise the other to run my fingers through those silvery strands of hair absently just to see how they would feel like beneath my hand. Viktor hums in contentment and leans into my touch more.

"I like that, Yuuri," he says. "It's nice to see you returning my touch." Viktor practically purrs.

"Oh—"I blush and draw my hand away from his hair, to which he visibly pouts at. "I-I just wanted to see how your hair feels like."

At the mention of this, Viktor gasps and shoots his hand up to run his hands through his hair. "Oh no, Yuuri! Is my hair thinning out?"

"What?"

"Ah, I can't take this." He unwinds his arm around as he moves away from me and sulks at the other end of the couch. "You wound me, Yuuri," he groans.

"N-N-No, Viktor, you got it all wrong!" I panic and start flailing my arms about frantically in front of me. I lean towards him and place my hand against his shoulder. It seems that he's sensitive about his looks after all. "Viktor, I thought..." I start, and a faint blush dusts my cheeks. "I thought it was really pretty."

Viktor sits up on the chair, looking visibly recovered from his sulking just a few seconds ago. "You think so?" He looks like a child that had been praised for doing something good.

"Y-Yeah." I continue. "It's not only that too," I start mumbling as I cast my eyes down to look at him through my lashes. My heart starts beating quickly. "You're very beautiful. You look almost too good to be real..." I trail off and avert my eyes away from him, unable to look at him face to face due to the embarrassment.

"Oh, Yuuri." Viktor chuckles much to my relief and he tilts my chin up with his fingers to make my head turn towards him. "I was only kidding." He snorts before breaking out into laughter.

"V-Viktor!" As if I wasn't feeling embarrassed before, the embarrassment I felt only doubled up. "H-How could you!"

"You're so cute, Yuuri," he croons as he drags his finger up the side of my cheek. "Especially when you get all red like this." He chuckles again. Viktor apparently finds me getting all flustered amusing.

"You're so mean." I narrow my eyes and look elsewhere. His hand is on my head now, his fingers carding through my hair with the other resting casually against my thigh. "Why do you like touching me so much?"

Viktor smiles at me faintly. "Because it makes me feel calm." He continues stroking my hair and suddenly uses his other hand to push me towards him. I prop my chin up against the crook of his nape and breathe in his scent. He smells like the exact brand of shampoo that I use. I crane my head down and bury my face against his chest so he won't have to see how red my face is and give him another reason to tease me again. Viktor sighs deeply before continuing as if in deep thought. "It gives me a sense of comfort." His hand travels down my waist and he keeps it there. "It makes me feel...safe."