We weren’t even that close, I’ll probably tell him later. I just need to figure out what to do and in the meantime I keep it from him. Shouldn’t be hard, I was good at hiding things. He still hasn’t found my razor…
… I wasn’t sleeping in here tonight…
I heard Benlyam knock on my door and I called out ‘give me a minute’ and I rushed to the bathroom, washing my face so there’d be no evidence of me crying.
I patted my face dry and sped-walked to the door.
“Hey,” I gave a small smile, and walked out, shutting the door. I tried not to rush and I thought I played it cool but he raised an eyebrow.
“Rushing?” he asked and reached for my hand. It was shaking…
“I- just eager…” I stuttered and looked away.
“Why are you shaking, Flower? Did something happen?” he became so defensive at the thought.
I blanked for a millisecond. I can’t blow this. Oh god, what if he smells it on me? Did it have a scent?
“I… I changed my shirt,” I shyly told him. He fell for it.
“It’s cute. Your arms are soft,” he winked at me. I blushed. He chuckled and started to walk with me downstairs to the living room.
We sat down and he put on a movie. I was getting more comfortable with him so I rested my head against his shoulder and his arm slid over my shoulders. It was comfortable. I liked this. His sandalwood scent wrapped around me and his warmth made me feel like I belonged there.
Except that note was still upstairs…
I was still tense from it. He picked up on it and gave me a questioning look here and there but I just played it off.
“Bee?” I asked softly, looking up at him.
His lips picked up real quick, but he held back the smile. “Bee?” he questioned.
I didn’t realize I called him that. A blush formed. “I mean Benlyam, s-sorry.”
He smiled, “I like ‘Bee’, very much.”
I fumbled for my words for a second. “I… um, just wanted to a-ask, um…” I trailed. I swallowed, apprehension filling my system. What if he didn’t want me in his room?
“Honey, you can ask me anything,” he reminded me, rubbing my arm in support.
I nodded. “I… C-can we s-sleep in your room tonight?” I squeaked out. My face was fuming and I wouldn’t look at him.
He chuckled. “Of course honey,” he kissed my temple. “I’d love to. Mind me asking, why the sudden change of rooms?”
“You s-smell nice,” I spoke, I didn’t even process that. It was true, but that wasn’t the reason. He didn’t know.
“I think you smell nice too,” he added and I looked back to him.
I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. His hand immediately went to the back of my head smoothly. He slightly nibbled on my lips, I opened my mouth, a gasp leaving. I was taken aback. His tongue came in my mouth, lightly tracing. It felt so good.
I ran my hands lightly through his hair and he pulled me over his lap. His hand trailed up and down my back and I tugged on his strands. He groaned in my mouth and then I felt something under me. Oh… He shifted me and retracted his tongue. His hand slipped under my shirt and rubbed my back.
He pulled back after a moment. When I opened my eyes, he still had his closed.
“Tempting Flower,” he sensually let out. He opened his eyes and they were back to his blue. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out and I lightly flinched at his words. He quickly pecked my lips, “Sorry for cursing Flower.”
I gave a small, closed-lip smile and snuggled back into him.