Reawoken Flames 《{ CraigxTweek }》

Chapter 3: The Work Day

Three weeks later...

December 8th

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in my towel. I closed the shower door and covered my body with my arms, finding myself looking in the mirror.

Staring at my small, fragile frame, I sighed. "What does Stan see in me?" Looking at my wrists I saw purple bruises form. My chest began to pound, and my body grew shaky. I blinked and the bruises disappeared almost as quickly as they appeared. I rubbed my face and sighed. "I've gotta get over this."

Behind me, I heard the door creak open. I looked over to see Stan standing there in a tank top and boxers, his black hair in messy clumps from bedhead and I smiled. "You're funny looking, dude."

Stan nodded with sleepy eyes and smiled. "At least I don't look like a vulnerable little snack." He strode over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and setting his head on top of mine. "Wow, you're short." He giggled.

I blushed. "You weren't always taller than me, ya know."

"I know, just getting my revenge from when you called me short in seventh grade." He purred in my ear as he rubbed his fingers up and down my pale, skinny body.

I suddenly felt self-conscious about my body again and looked away.

"What's wrong, babe?" Stan asked worriedly.

"Why me? I'm not strong and I don't lift weights and go running 6-7 days a week, nor am I comfortable enough with my shirt off to go outside and get a tan." I felt myself shake. "I'm like your total opposite."

He rolled his eyes in response. "Unlike you, I don't see muscles and junk to be all that attractive. Even so, if you were all buff and muscly I'd still love you." He nuzzled my neck and I smiled, taking in his sweet scent. "I like your skinny butt just the way it is."

I giggled in response. "Thank you, Stan. I kind of needed to hear that."

Stan smiled and planted a kiss on my cheek, then sneakily slipped a finger behind my towel. "Oh really? So, how will you pay for my services, since I did fix your issue?"

I rolled my eyes and looked at Stan. "Stan, I would have done it with you either way. Tonight though, I have to go run the coffee shop today."

He pouted and sighed in response. "Fine... tonight, you're mine."

I nodded. "No objection there."

Stan squeezed me tightly before letting go, grabbing a towel off the rack and undressing. I combed out my hair in the mirror and walked out of the bathroom, almost skipping toward the bedroom.

I slipped into my usual green button up and black jeans, my buttons being messed up as usual. I tried to fix them, but my shaky hands were unsuccessful in cleaning up my mess. "Damn it."

After struggling for about ten minutes, Stan trotted his way into the bedroom with nothing but a towel sitting rather low on his waist.

I felt my face turn red and I looked away, feeling doubly embarrassed now. "Stan... c-c-can you help me again?

Stan chuckled and nodded. "You've never been very good at this." He walked over, unbuttoning m shirt. Stan bit his lip and slid his hands up my chest.