章 24: Thirsty?

Allen pecked her bare shoulder once, squeezing her hands at the same time. Then, as if he could not control himself, his lips parted a little. His warm tongue touched her, trying to taste her better. He sucked the spot, almost in a trance.

Isabelle inhaled air sharply the moment she felt a hard bulge in her back, the tingles spreading from between her legs to the lower part of her belly. She arched her back involuntarily, trying to stroke his hardness with her butt.

A deep, low growl erupted from Allen's throat, mixing with a soft laugh. He kissed his way up from her shoulder to the back of her ear, pecking her skin one last time.

"I meant… I'll be taking your clothes after you get in the shower."

Isabelle froze for a second, her cheeks tinting with a bright red. Allen could see how the blush spread to the tip of her ears. She closed her eyes hard and bit her lower lip in embarrassment. Right when she was about to step away from him, Allen let go of her hands and hugged her tightly in place, dropping a kiss on the top of her head.

"I'll wait outside." He said, still laughing about her reaction. He stepped back, and walked towards the doors with a playful move on his feet.

Isabelle furrowed, but didn't turn to him right away. "Who knew you were such a tease…" Her distressed tone of voice only drew a wider smile on Allen's face. He reached the door and turned back, only to wink at her with a grin on his lips.

His crooked smile made Isabelle's heart dance inside her chest. He looked younger when he was in a good mood. She could tell because between today and the day they met, there was a huge difference in his mood swings.

Isabelle shushed Allen away playfully, shaking her head in fake disbelief.

After Allen closed the door, she finally undressed and got herself under the hot shower. The warmth immediately made her relax, sighing at how comfortable it felt; Isabelle closed her eyes and let the water roll down her body. A whole minute went by before she actually moved, grabbing the soap and finally staring to shower.

A couple of minutes later, she heard a knock on the door.

"I'm coming in." Allen's voice resonated from the other side.

Isabelle remembered the encounter from earlier, shutting her eyes again and putting on a pained expression out of embarrassment. "Sure!"

The door opened, letting a foggy silhouette visible behind the shower's glass door. After some rustling noises, Allen spoke.

"I got you a sweatshirt and a jumpsuit. I guess they'll fit."

"OK. Thanks! I'll be done in a minute."

"Take your time."

Allen walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

As Isabelle said, she was done in a couple of minutes, as she did not want Allen to wait any longer for his bath.

After drying up, she put on the baggy navy-blue sweatshirt and black jumpsuit. She turned back and headed towards the door, put stopped the moment she touched the knob. Isabelle reluctantly walked backwards, stopping in front of the mirror. She looked at her reflection. She didn't look as bad as she thought. Obviously, the clothes were too big for her, but thinking on the situation made her feel at easy.

And of course, knowing it was Allen's made her be just happy to wear them.

Isabelle checked herself out one more time with a playful smile, and stepped out of the bathroom.

Allen was waiting for her in front of the TV, killing time playing a video game. He looked her way and laugh internally at how cute she looked wearing his clothes. Allen felt somewhat of a shiver when she moved her arms playfully at him, showing him how big the sweatshirt was for her.

"It's your turn." Isabelle sat on the edge of the bed. "Thanks for the clothes. It feels so comfy, I could just never return it." She smiled.

Allen had started moving towards the bathroom, turning around at the entrance. "You can keep them if you want." He made his way inside, turning the water on again.

"I just meant they're nice!"

"And I just meant you can keep them." He half screamed from the bathroom. A second later, he appeared on the doorway, his upper body bare. Isabelle fixed her eyes on the sight, taking a quick look before turning her eyes away. "I'll be taking a shower, then. Make yourself at home… You can touch whatever you want and use whatever you feel like using."

Isabelle just nodded, smiling.

Allen then went back in, closing the door behind him. Once in the shower, his mind inevitably wandered about his father. After the scare he had in the road, he felt the urge to just go somewhere near and get Isabelle out of danger. He did not think through about his father or if he was home or not; not until they arrived home.

He felt at ease when Mrs. Oliver remembered him his father was to be out of the house until tomorrow at dawn, so there was the chance for Isabelle to stay until the storm passed.

Allen felt a little knot forming inside his belly, just at the thought of what could his father do if he saw here there. He was not a violent person in front of other people, so h would probably just say something mean or even insulting with the best words possible.

He shook his head, trying to erase the image inside his mind. Isabelle would probably leave me, he thought, as he started to feel nauseous.

Time passed, and the shower took longer than expected. After changing into his clothes, he left the bathroom to find Isabelle half asleep on his bed. She was curled up in a ball, hold her phone with both of her hands. She had one of his pillow over her, covering from the cold.

Allen smiled, walking towards the bed, and sat on the floor right in front of her head was. She had her eyes closed, her breathing steady and slow. He wanted to let her rest a little, as she must have been tired from the whole experience in the park and the almost accident they avoided.

With a lot of care, he rested his arms on the bed, and let his head fall on top of them. He was not tired, so he let himself watch her sleep for a while. She looked so peaceful, in contrast to the sound of the raindrops hitting the rooftop heavily. No wonder she fell asleep, he thought. He watched, and he could swear he felt all the tension from before slip away.

Not more than five minutes passed, when a shy knock on the door caught his attention. Allen rose to his feet and opened the door before it made any more noise.

Mrs. Olivier was on the other side, a sweet smile on her face.

"Mr. Hayes, dinner is ready."

"I'll be down in a second." He looked back at Isabelle, a little smile crossing his face. "She's asleep. I'll wake her up."

"Of course." Mrs. Olivier noticed this and, not wanting to interrupt any longer, she left.

Allen closed the door and went back to where he was, sitting on the floor again. Her face was still, her hair slightly falling over her forehead. He watcher her a few seconds more, before he started to delicately stroke her hair. Isabelle barely moved.

"Iry?" He called her as softly as possible. "Dinner is ready."

Isabelle moved a little, making herself even tinier than before. Allen bite his lower lip, trying to hold his laughter. He could not believe how cute she was. "Iry, wake up."

This time, his voice came out more like a whisper; not so eager to wake her up. Allen kept stroking her hair, feeling how soft it actually was. Her red curls were like something he had never seen before. Her skin, light and smooth, standing out under the room's light. Her lips, thick and alluring, made him wonder how he has been able to hold back and not kiss them already.

He sighed, leaving her hair alone. He used that hand to support his weight on the bed, leaning a little closer to her. Allen reached his other hand to her, making sure his fingertips would not wake her up, caressing her cheeks slightly.

Before he could notice, he started feeling that strange sensation in his belly< the one he always feels while being around her. Allen looked at her frame, at her round nose and delicate eyebrows, feeling how his chest started to tighten. He stopped breathing for a moment, as the feeling was too overwhelming, averting his gaze down.

Unnoticed, MJ's face came to his mind. The memory of his voice telling him he loved Isabelle made him feel sick again. Then why was he thinking about it? Why now? He wanted to know, too. He wanted to be certain, too.

Allen rummaged inside his brain for every little sensation he has ever felt about her. Since the first day he saw her until this very moment. That rather strange feeling has always been there.

Strange, yet not uncomfortable.

He clanged to that sensation a little longer, feeling his heart starting to pound.

Allen's light eyes landed on Isabelle's face once more, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden; nervous, even, just like if he was caught red-handed doing something he was not supposed to. He opened his mouth, but his throat closed before he could say anything. He sighed, giving up.

His hand traveled again to her hair and started stroking it once more, the movement finally making Isabelle's eyes open.

Allen watched her stand up a little startled.

"Sorry. I started feeling tired all of a sudden and… How long have you been there?"

Allen smirked, pretending like his heart was not still pounding. "Long enough." He stood up and offered her a hand. "Dinner is ready."

"Awesome! I'm starving now." Isabelle laughed, taking his hand and jumping out of the bed.

Right when they're about to reach the stairs, they froze after a loud female voice rose downstairs.

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