White Haired Devil

8~ Making And Telling Secrets

~EDITED 01/27/2020

December 5th

I took a generous amount of time in the shower, most of it trying to keep my thoughts off Ross. Holy shit, I need to not think of him while naked. The heat on my cheeks was evaporating the water away. 

Running my hands down my hair with frustration, I turned the water off, stepping out of the shower. I usually hung my robe on the back of the door, but today it was missing. I groaned lightly, snatching a towel from the cupboard. Mama must have thrown it in the wash. I wonder why? I just cleaned it.

It quickly occurred to me that I did have four large teenage boys just- running rampant in my house. Surprising me the most would have been my mother accepting their help at all. She wasn't one to take charity from people, even if they did cause the destruction. The mirror squealed as I wiped away the condensation, checking my face for any blemishes. This entire fiasco was going to give me a stress breakout, I thought.

Sighing lightly, the cold air from opening the door made me shiver- this was my least favorite part. Holding the towel tightly around me, I rounded the corner, only to collide with someone. Crying out, I braced myself for the hardwood floor, but it never came. Instead, I felt a strong arm around me to keep me from falling. Eyes shooting up, I met a pair of sterling ones. I gasped, the ability to turn away becoming slightly more hard by the second- I winced. Could you have worded that any goddamn better? I thought sarcastically.

Realization dawned on me, the fact a towel was the only thing keeping Ross from seeing me in the nude, and I was currently hugged up against his chest. During the almost fall, catching me must have made him lose his balance, so he braced himself with the other arm against the wall.

"Sorry! I was just coming up here to tell you that-" Ross started, but his words died in his throat once he looked down, taking in just exactly the state I was in. Which was that I was in a thin towel, and still very damp. I saw him visibly gulp.

"Ross..."I whispered, his eyes snapping up to mine. Now it was my turn to swallow. "I'm, uh, still in only a towel, a-and your hands are- hm," I squeaked as his arm loosened, traveling down my back to grip my hips. My breath hitched in my throat as my back slowly connected with the wall. Thank gods, my siblings were out with Aunt Iris.

Ross cleared his throat, his mouth opening as if to speak, but it closed seconds later. Where did that come from? Why couldn't I talk either? I felt my throat run dry after glimpsing the look he shot me. My towel felt thinner the more time past.

Leaning forward, I felt his breath on my neck, my hands brushing up against his shoulders. Ross's arm pulled me closer, effectively loosening the towel around me. Something I didn't register right away. Scorching my skin, Ross pressed his body into mine, his breath hitting my neck in hard puffs.

"CJ, I-" Ross gripped my hips even tighter, his lips connecting with the skin on my neck. My fingers splayed outward; I trembled uncontrollably as his lips trailed down my throat with the lightest of pecks. Ross's right hand came away from the wall to cup the other side of my neck below my ear, using his thumb to move my head farther to the side for a more accessible area. What's happening? Why am I turning into complete putty in this kids hands? The image of a younger boy with snow-white hair flashed unannounced behind my eyes, causing them to fly open. I curled my hands into fists before bracing them on his chest, pushing him away abruptly. Ross seemed shocked- his barriers had been down for longer than he expected it seems. I felt my breath come out in short pants as I gripped the towel tighter around me.

"Aye yo RJ, what's taking so long did you find her?" Vladimir yelled up the steps. I jumped, closing my eyes for a brief second before pushing myself off the wall. Ross was staring at me with a look in his eyes I couldn't quite read. What in the hell is wrong with me?