Sensual Innocence

🖤Chapter 12🖤

         
              My eyes slowly open to the sun shining through the window. As I become more and more awake I become aware of my surroundings. I lift my head up to see that my head was on Soyers chest, He's still asleep. I try to sit up but his arms are wrapped around me.

        I watch him sleep for a bit. But after a few minutes I decide to wake him up. I try to shift upwards as much as I can with him holding me, Causing him to groan in his sleep. I let out a small giggle but then my whole body goes stiff.

      I feel something on my butt. I reach my hand down to move it but when I touch it my eyes go wide. Soyers hand... is on my butt. 

      "S-soyer" I say quietly, trying to wake him up. I nudge his chest a bit. he doesn't wake up at all. while I'm busy trying to wake him up his hand moves further into the back of my upper thighs, causing me to let out a surprised screech. This made him wake up and he looks side to side and then at me.

     "What's wrong princess?" he says in his morning voice. I bite my lip and hide my face into his chest in embarrassment.

      "Y-your hand..." I mumble just loud enough for him to hear. And when he realizes he yanks his hand away.

       "Shit, I'm so sorry" he says sitting up but keeping me in his lap. He looks at me and I look away.

        I blush at the thought of his hand so close to my.... Nevermind. I shake the thought out of my head.  "Are you okay?" he asks looking down at me.

        I look at him and bite my lip. the simple touch sent shivers down my back when he did it.

       I look down at our laps in embarrassment. When I look back at him he's staring at my shoulder, I look to see what he was looking at and it turns out that My shirt fell off the side my shoulder, making my bra show a little.

      I furrowed my eyebrows and look at him. He licks his lips as he stares, until he notices me staring at him curiously. He clears his throat and yanks my shirt in place before standing up in a rush. "I'll make breakfast" he says walking away without looking at me again.

      While he walks away I sigh and pick up the book from last night. I look at the detailed cover and run my finger over the design in a bored way, I turn my head and look in the kitchen curiously. wasn't much to see, just Soyer cooking some pancakes and bacon.

     I place the book down on the coffee table in front of me and get up from the couch, walking out the living room and into the kitchen. I take a seat on one of the stools and watch him cook. "Do you like cooking?" I ask crossing my arms over the table.

     "I guess" he says in a bored tone. I focus my gaze away from him.

      Was I being annoying?

      He puts all the food onto plates and then places the forks on the plates. I sit up and wait for him to hand me my plate, except... he put it in the middle of the table making me reach for it myself. It's not like I'm bothered by it... it's the look he has on his face. It has uninterested written all over it.

      Was it wrong for me to expect him to give it too me? Am I being to invasive? he probably wants me to leave.

    Of course the worst thoughts come to my head first. I look at him sit down in the seat opposite to me.

     He doesn't even look at me.

     He's tired of you

     No.... I can't let my inner thoughts assume things. Maybe he's grumpy when he wakes up in the morning.