Unintentionally Falling

Chapter 07 - Flamma de Tenebris, Flame of the Dark

His face.

And it doesn’t have a mask.

Over his right eye, thin scar-like markings travel from his cheek to just above his eyebrow. He opens his eyes, and looks up at me. I close my gaping mouth and into a straight line. His right eye is a dark violet, unlike mine which are a light violet.

“What are you staring at?” he hisses, looking away and sitting up.

Heat crawls up my neck, and my cheeks glow a bright red. His muscles are defined and hard, it could make any girl drool. His eight pack is slightly hidden by the blanket, but I can see it enough to tell that it’s defined, toned and hot.

Stop staring!

I clear my throat, and I meet his eyes. “Good morning, s-sir.” I say, unsure of what to do. “Good morning. Now, get my clothes ready while I shower. Off you go.” He says, and I obey gratefully.

I hurry off into the walk in closet, and I nearly trip over my feet. There are hundreds and thousands different clothes of different styles. From classic black suits to colourful suits, T-shirts, hoodies, shoes, V-necks, black ties, red ties and much more. It literally looks like a shop floor.

“Hurry on inside, I’m not going to stay under the shower for too long.” He says. I turn to glare at him, but my eyes meet something else. I turn my head back to the closet. I was right! He has an eight pack! My cheeks burn, but I walk inside casually before my knees buckle underneath me.

    A few minutes of searching through the clothes, I couldn’t decide what he wanted to wear. I step out of the closet, and I stand near the bathroom door. The sound of water running is faint. “Sir!” I speak near the door. “Do you want formal wear or no?” I ask.

“Comfortable.” He says. Man of a few words I see. I nod, and I march back into the closet. I walk near the line of branded clothes like Gucci, Versace,  Chanel and so on. I pick out a regular black button-down shirt and jeans. “Need shoes too?” I say, and surprisingly, he replies.

“Yes. Find my leather boots. Any of them.” I scoff, and I shoot a judgemental look at the door. “I know that you’re giving me a look. The poor door doesn’t have to suffer like that, you know?” he says. It sounded like he was serious. “Oh shut up!” I yell, and I can feel the room grow cold.

“Sir.” I add.

Marching off back to the closet, I reach the shoes. Leather boots, leather boots, leather- ah! Found them! I crouch down next to the shoes, and I start brainstorming. Black, blue and red? Nah. Black, blue and black? No. Black, blue and brown? Ah...um...yeah. Sure.

I pick out the brown leather shoes, and I walk back to the room. I place the folded clothing on the dresser while I make the bed. While reaching for the other side of the bed, I loose my balance and I fall face down on the bed.

The comforters make it softer as I land on my nose. The smell of roses and apples fill my nostrils, and I breath in more. I raise my head, and I get up and back to work. ‘Damn that smells good!’ my thoughts yell.

Ew, you god damned creep!

But it does, I agree with my inner voice. Moving to the other side of the bed, I pull it into place and I arrange the pillows into their positions. I hear the bathroom door open, so I hurriedly go up to the clothes I’ve picked out.

“Sir-“ my words are cut off as my eyes feel like they’re being blessed.

His dark black hair is soaking wet and drops of water make their way down his face, and down his chest. A white towel is wrapped around his waist. My mouth hangs open, and I quickly close it.