Part of Your World

Peeps

Aria emerged from the bathroom, wearing a pair of grey sweats riddled with holes and an oversized sweatshirt. I was reclined in my bed, wearing boxers and not another stitch of clothing. Her eyes found mine, and she blushed a deep crimson. I snorted.

"Good lord, you going to camp in sub-zero temps tonight?" I teased. She frowned, eyeing me and shuffling closer. I patted her side of the bed.

"I'm exhausted, pipsqueak, I'm not gonna try anything," I said. She scuttled to her side and climbed in, sitting criss cross, eyes glancing up at the news that was quietly playing on the tv.

"Here," I said, tossing her the remote. "I'll let you choose, buy whatever the fuck you want, I don't care."

She gave me a pointed look.

"No, you're not paying me back for this. You had a shitty day because of me," I said, eyeing her. Her neck and face was flushed, but I had a feeling it wasn't all embarrassment.

"Are you hot?" I asked, small smile attempting to form on my lips. Her eyes darted to my bare chest and away as she shook her head.

"Liar," I pressed. She gave a huff and nodded.

"You know, I've seen everything a woman has to offer, so it's nothing new to me."

She glared, a quick flash of sadness entering her gaze. I sighed, realizing my mistake.

"Then again, seeing you scantily clad in my bed would be entirely different," I said, baiting her as I crossed my arms.

How? she signed quickly. I gave a nonchalant shrug.

"Because, you're a good girl, and that says a lot about your character. I've been quite fascinated with you since the moment I ran into you," I admitted.

Why? she signed, brows furrowing.

I gazed off in thought.

"Well, I must admit, I never thought you were a virgin, so I still feel kinda shitty about that whole fiasco," I said, enjoying the way her eyes widened in embarrassment.

"But I've never really sought out company like you. You're very different than anyone in my world. I...enjoy it. Like a breath of fresh air, untainted," I said, glaring at my toes. She moved beside me, but I missed it.

"Huh?"

You like hanging out with me? she mouthed, something akin to happiness entering her gorgeous eyes. Did innocent little Aria have a crush on me? My heart soared at the possibility. I nodded.

"You're a calming presence. I normally hate being around people. I've never allowed anyone to live with me before," I admitted. She gave a wavering smile, reddening, before she fanned herself. I chuckled, jerking my chin to my closet.

"Go pick out a tee shirt so you don't overheat."

She obeyed, emerging a moment later in a grey cotton shirt that just kissed the bottom of her ass as she walked by and back to her side. I took a few steadying breaths, thinking of gross turn offs before she got an eyeful of the growing bulge in my boxers. She climbed back in, offering me a wavering smile.

"You good?"

She nodded, a silent yawn overcoming her. She grabbed the remote, handing it to me, indicating she was tired.

"You sure?" I said. She nodded, easing down. I flicked off the tv, tucking the remote away and sliding down before turning off the light and bathing us in darkness. Her dainty hand shot out, gripping at my bicep. I rolled, my eyes adjusting to the night, realizing how odd it would be to sleep next to her while not intoxicated. I found I was much more aware of her every move now.