Letting go of my breath, I almost collapsed as I dropped my bag into the floor when his eyes got smaller as his lips curled into a big smirk. He started walking towards me, and I sort of half-run to meet him. We stopped in front of each other, our hands on our side but fidgeting. His eyes shone.
"Is this a bet?" I squinted at him, lips pursed.
"A what?" He frowned, his voice incredulous. "A bet? What are you talking about?"
"Some kind of game between you and Tachibana-senpai to see if you would get the arrogant half to be one of your sex friends." My voice sounded firm, but inside me, a tiny fleck on my armor began to appear. I prayed and hoped that this wasn't that.
Kawashita's head jerked back. "Of course not. Where did you get that idea?"
"Because why me when you can have your pick from any of your fan?" I looked away. I didn't expect it to bother me so much.
"Can I hold you?" he asked, stepping closer.
I gazed at him, and he showed me his clay coated fingers. I raised an eyebrow as I touched his forefinger with mine.
"I'll take that as a yes." He slowly put his hands on my cheeks, cupping my face. I shivered, not expecting the wet clay to be that cold.
"You're the one I want." His gaze was so intense I would have looked away if he hadn't held me. "I want to sleep with you. I want to fuck you. You and not anyone else. This is not a bet. I was only interested because it was you."
I swallowed. "Because I don't like commitments?"
He bit his lips and averted his eyes for a second. "Yes and I told you I was curious."
"This is not really a bet?"
"Yes." He sighed and squeezed my face a little. "Why on earth would I share my private life with someone else? And you have the most wonderful brown eyes I ever laid my eyes upon on. I looked at my works and it always remind me of your eyes."
It was my turn to bit my lips to stop myself from grinning. He was good. My worries melted into a puddle of giddiness. My inside was warm, and my determination was more solid now.
"And Matsumoto-senpai, I don't have sex friends. Would you please get that out of your head? I don't sleep with everyone who comes up to me." He gave my face a harder squeeze that my lips protruded, and then he groaned. "God. I want to kiss that mouth of yours to stop you from saying all of those nonsense."
I tilted my head. "Well, why don't you?"
Kawashita hesitated, easing his hands from my cheeks. "Umm…Why are you here anyway, senpai? Don't tell me you came all the way here to just ask that."
"So what if I did." I straightened, swallowing. "I wanted to be sure before I accepted."
His lips parted. "You're—"
I grabbed his face. "I'm going to kiss you, all right?"
Before I could do so, his hands came up to my back and pulled me closer to him. "Finally," he whispered and dipped his lips into mine.
We savored the taste of each other, getting all that we missed and craved since we last met. When the two of us broke apart, our breath was shallow, our eyes unfocused. I buried my face into his chest unable to take more of his scrutiny but regretted it as soon as I got the whiff of his scent. I shuddered, remembering the time that left us hanging. How much more could I take before I lose it?
"Let's go," I mumbled.
"Hmm?"
Meeting his gaze, I saw that he heard it. His eyes were gleaming, challenging, as if saying, 'go on, say it, I want to hear you say it out loud.'
If our kiss didn't made me flush up to my ears, this one did because I felt the heat. I gulped. "Let's—let's go to my place. It's closer."
"Go there?" His grin grew bigger. "Why?"
I narrowed my eyes at him, but then I thought of something. "I didn't know you also have an exhibitionist tendencies."
"There's always a first time for everything." He chuckled.
"Come on," I groaned, slapping him lightly on the chest. "Do I have to spell it out?"
"Of course." He gave a nod. "I've said it several times. I think I've already reached my quota of the embarrassing moments for this year."
"It's almost the end of year anyway."
"Matsumoto-senpai."
"Kawashita Akira." I pouted before swallowing my pride. It was only fair. "I want to have sex with you."
His smile could lit up the entire room. "Right now?"
I glanced around, considering the possibilities but dropped it. "As soon as possible. Please."
"Several times too," I added and got free out of his hold to hide my flaming cheeks. Rubbing my face, I grazed on the dry, smooth, and brittle like the mud pack that Miracle, my cousin from the US, sent me.
Kawashita grabbed my hand and leaned in to my ears. "We will. Just you wait. I won't let you rest until I'm sated." He pulled me towards the fairly wide sink on the side. "But let's get you clean up first. They'd think we did what you were considering before."
"I wasn't—" I yelped when a cold wet cloth touched my face.
He began wiping the dry clay on my face. I tried taking it from him, but he just raised it up every time.
"I didn't know you had it in you, Matsumoto-senpai." He smiled, a different one from before, making his eyes disappear.
"You made me." I scowled at him as he untied and lifted the apron over his head.
"You're not the only one. I've been holding back." He placed a finger on my forehead, smoothening my frown. Then, he grabbed my hand and placed it on the bulge of his pants. It was rock hard. "I don't think I've ever been this hard before."