𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 》 𝐛𝐛𝐡 ✓

16. Tying the string

"Do you want me to clean those?" I asked him trying to stay still on the couch. The quiet drew on longer and I could see him from time to time hissing when he accidentally let his head fall into his hands.He shook his head stubbornly slumping on the edge of the bed.

"There's no point being stubborn, your hurt-" I subtlety said. Letting out a sigh.
He gave in noticing my sympathetic eyes.

"We'll talk while doing it" he answered.

"doing what?" I asked slightly mislead by the tone of his voice. He let a smirk rise on his lips before dropping it. "Not what your imagining y/n, I meant cleaning my face. Unless your up for trying somethi-" I stopped him in his tracks. I refuse to let him finish these sort of sentences. I won't even give him that victory despite his defeated day.

"Let's just talk." I cut in. He raised another smirk at my quick response. I took the first aid kit that was conveniently placed on a shelf. I shuffled to the bed and sat on the edge, my feet still sore from the pressure of the tight heels.
Noticing we were quite close I moved to the side, ruffling the bed sheets.
As I unpacked the aid kit he said "Should I be saying sorry now for earlier?"

I shot a bewildered look at him totally forgetting the kick off to this evening.
I pursued my lips and furrowed my eyebrows trying to gather the right words. I want to be mindful since today hasn't gone too well for him. " I was pretty mad...I mean very. I was put in this stupid dress-" I flicked the hem of the brown material. "The journey there was nauseating, then everyone separated in the club" I don't think it helped him feel any better about what happened but I needed to be honest, I'll take off the confidence armor this once to let the conversation go somewhere.
I hesitantly stretched the wet cotton to his face but since he faced forward and not at me the angling made my intent look desperate in a way.

The cotton were millimeters away from making contact with his skin. Until he held my wrist and gently put it down back to my side.

"I want to hear what you have on your mind. Call it curiosity if you want." he protested. Leaning back with his arms spread of either side holding him up. From the angles i was getting he looked absolutely handsome. He let out a soft chuckle through a sigh.

"This is happening more often y/n." he said, with a boastful grin. I snapped out of my daze and realised where my eyes were stuck. His clothed stomach. He had reason to bloat, i mean he truly has a god-like body.

"I didn't mean to stare there. I just-" i paused. "dazed off." i said under my breath. He just scanned my face which was falling down by the second.

"I don't know if i want to have this talk anymore." i suggested. He turned serious again.

"I thought you were going to fix my face?" he argued. I was getting a tad bit frustrated about the way he was teasing. But even more mad at the fact he didn't intend to and it was more like my imagination getting out of hand. "I was but your distracting me!" i whined.

"You mean distracting yourself." he smiled before lowering his gaze to his stomach and gently wiping over his abs. I started chucking the aid kit items back in the box before he sat up quickly and held his hand out to stop.

"Okay sorry!....... Sorry for tonight in fact. I noticed you haven't gotten used to my duality yet." he said. I really haven't and seeing him now made he think deeper on how different he was. How much colder and ruthless he became. All in the time period of 2 minutes after leaving the house.

"I don't think i ever will. But it's fine because i can say i do the same sometimes." i admitted. He tilted his head, half puzzled half interested at what i said. Now's he's going to ask how.