Chương 11: ELEVEN. woah wait a minute
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꒱.. The blinding sun rays set on the snoozing girl, she seems so tuckered out.
Not a moment later, she throws herself against the headboard.
She lets out a shrill shriek as her eyes dart over the scenery, where in the hell is she? She bunches up the oversized dress shirt as she is buzzing with anxiety. It appears someone has changed her clothes.
"Why are you yelling so early in the morning?" A rough voice enters the space along with her.
"Oh shit!" She yells even louder than the first time as she falls from the cozy comforter.
"I knew this would be a mistake," he grumbles easily picking the clumsy girl up from the floor.
Her eyes flicker up to her supposed kidnapper.
It is Samuel, but he looks oddly different. Tattoos prettying just about every inch of his fair skin. With a plush, snowy robe and a pair of snug black shorts that cling to his strong thighs.
"Sammy, where am I?" Shinju raises an eyebrow as she accepts the glass of water.
"Firstly, you're in my bed," he explains nonchalantly.
Shinju is quick to cough on the liquid at the calm revelation, "Excuse me?"
"Hush, let me continue," he quickly silences her.
"Fine." Shinju rolls her eyes and begins to sip on the water once again.
"After you called, I came to pick you up. You began crying and fell asleep, I was about to call your brother, but I remembered the desperation in your voice asking me not to. So I lied to him and told him instead that you begged to stay for the night. And so here we are now," he quickly sums up the nightly events for her.
Shinju fiddles with the glass feeling the embarrassment run through her body, yet she remains thankful. He isn't usually this kind as he would've called her brother regardless. But for some reason, he had decided to be strangely kind and do the opposite.
"Hey, Sammy?"
"What?"
"Have you eaten anything yet?"
"No, I was waiting until you had woken up."
Shinju suddenly hops up but is suddenly reminded of the fact that she doesn't have on her previous outfit as she gives Samuel a good view of her panties. With realization reaching her slowly, she lowers her arms to her side clearing her throat in the name of embarrassment.
"Oh yeah, what happened to my clothes, Sammy?" She mumbles fiddling with the shirt that practically doubles as a dress for the girl.
"I washed them and gave you my shirt," he states bluntly.
Suddenly a light blush appears on each of their faces but for different reasons.
Samuel blushes against his will because he realizes that she is wearing his shirt while in his bed as if they had slept together.
Now Shinju blushes loudly because he could've seen her body while changing her clothes.
Suddenly the young girl dashes out of the large room as the confused male yells after her.
Now here they are, in his kitchen.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" He coldly stares her down whilst catching his breath with deep huffs.
"I've decided," she begins speaking while making gestures, "To make us breakfast, a Japanese breakfast that is!"
"Since when do you know how to cook?" He raises his dark eyebrow.
"I always have thank you," she snarkily replies turning around. She almost slips as her feet shuffle too fast for her but is caught by a secure grip on her waist.
Shinju's eyes travel up his broad chest up to his eyes to match his gaze.
They stare at one another continuously as Samuel's hands work fast to get her steady on her feet.
Shinju gulps nervously at their closeness, her blush is beginning to return once again.
The moment seems to stretch on forever, and Samuel feels himself being drawn to her like a magnet. His grip on her waist tightens slightly as he gazes into her eyes.
"You're so clumsy," his voice rumbles deeply as he finally releases her before walking away, "Let me know when it's ready."
"O-Okay," she accidentally stutters playing with the shirt.
What the fuck was that?
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