Invisible World

Part 17

Alabaster Scythes

I woke the next day, did some more training, and was now hanging out with Nathan in the library.

"So, what're you reading?" I asked.

I didn't want to read.

I was bored....

"Shush," he said, again.

I exaggerated a sigh, causing him to chuckle.

"Shush, I'm studying."

"I want to do something. This is boring."

He pointed a finger at me, "Patience, young grasshopper."

I giggled and sank my teeth onto his digit.

A funny look crossed his face. "Funny," i said around his finger.

"Hunny? My finger tastes like hunny?"

I shook my head, laughing silently. Then, pulling off of his finger I smiled.

"Here, I want to taste your finger," he grabbed my hand and licked my first finger before pulling it gently into his mouth. His warm lips wrapped around it, and he nibbled gently. I giggled at the sensation. His tongue swirled around my finger slowly.

"Peanut," he mumbled.

"What?" I asked.

He drew his mouth away. "your finger tastes like a peanut." His slobber was still on my finger. I wiped it on his shirt.

A look crossed his face. I giggled and shot from my chair, running out of the library. Every few lights were off, and the institute seemed asleep.

His feet pounded behind me, and I knew he could easily catch me if he wanted. I was giggling madly. "You'll never catch me copper!" I ran faster, twisting down the halls, my feet pounding the ground loudly. I quieted my voice as i reached the dorm hallway. Something shot from the shadow, and I was dragged into a room, a hand covering my hand.

Panic flashed through me, but as I breathed in deeply, I relaxed. The hand removed itself from my lips, moving to my arm. "Gabe, what are you doing?"

"Shush Trouble, I'm saving you from Nathan."

"Meanie," I mumbled. That's all people told me to do today, was shush.

He arched an eyebrow. I smiled sweetly. Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by the pounding of footsteps running past. I held my hand up to my mouth to stop my giggles.

"How'd you know I was coming?"

He smiled, his eyes bright in the dark room. "I heard you yell at Nate while you were running."

"Wait, you heard that?"

"Trouble, I think everyone heard that."

I blushed.

"Let's do something fun," he suggested.

"Please." I was so tired of being bored.

He flicked the light switch on and the room shone brightly. I noticed, first how his room was designed. Then, I noticed how close we were. He was standing, practically holding me with his hands on my arms, our stomachs brushing, and his head dipped down. My face heated again.

"Let's go do your hair, I've been dying to touch it." He said, leading me to the adjoined bathroom.

"Guh, I thought you said we were going to do something fun,"

He smirked. "It's fun for me. I just really want to style it."

I smiled. "Who are you styling it for, the bed?" I teased.

He rolled his eyes. "Get that pretty little ass of yours in there."

I started for it when his hand landed on my backside. I squeaked. When I met his eyes, he smiled flirtatiously.

He started the water in the sink, adjusting the temperature before laying a towel on the back of my shirt so no water would get on it. His fingers massaged my scalp, and a sweet smell, water lily and bamboo, infiltrated my senses before he was washed it out. His fingers went back to the magic as he applied conditioner in a soft lather. A new smell teased my nose pleasantly. I couldn't place my finger on it, though.

All too soon he was twisting the knobs and turning the water off. Gabe wrapped a towel around my head to secure my dripping wet hair.

"Stay here for a second Trouble. I'm going to go pick out an outfit for you before I do your hair. Be right back."

I sat on the closed lid of the toilet seat and waited for his return. The door opened and Gabe returned.

"That was quick," I commented.

He smirked, his eyes wild. "I knew exactly what I wanted you to wear."

What went on the mind of Gabriel?

He unwrapped the towel, brushed it, and pulled out a blow dryer, all the while asking me what my favorite color was. I shrugged. "I don't know, I like them all."

"Pick one, Victor needs to know."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?"

"So that he can make you a fucking gadget thingy like the rest of us. He wants to know your favorite color."

"Pink?"

"Pink it is."

He continued what he was doing and I stood patiently while my hair was being dried. He then turned it off and pulled a straightener from under the sink. My eyebrows drew together with confusion.

He just chuckled, shaking his head. "God Trouble, you're so cute, you know that." He started to mess with my hair.

That was the second time he called me cute. I just stayed quiet.

He peered over my shoulder through the mirror, his face suddenly serious, meeting my eyes. "You know that, right?"

My face heated again. My nerves were on high with my finger fluttering over my lip. He glared at my finger until I dropped it and smiled.

His face came close to mine, touching his cheek to my own. "You are gorgeous Sang. Flat out, drop dead, beautiful."

My eyes widened, was I really?

"I need to ask you a serious question, though."

Gabe, serious? "Sure, what is it?"

"You've never dated, have you."

If it was possible, my face flushed more. How could he read me so easy? How did he know.

"No,"

"That's what I thought," he said. My mouth popped open. "You're just so innocent."

I turned to look at him fully and he just gave me a bright smirk. "Oh, trust me, that's a good thing."

My hair was done soon after. He left me with my folded pajamas so I could change. I noticed that what he chose was a small dress that barely reached past my fingers that we got from Victoria's Secret. It was a light blue silk dress with a matching silk robe just a s long, if not a tad bit longer. I blushed, having never worn a short thing in front of someone else before.

I slowly slid out of the bathroom and into the orange room. Gabe was in a pair of pajamas and standing against the wall, waiting for me. My face flushed down my neck.

"Gorgeous, Trouble. Absolutely stunning."

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