I lifted my arm to elude him, but he caught it and turned me around, wrapping his arms around my waist. I froze and blinked a few times but it was still hard to concentrate. His warmth and the temperature of the water along with that strong, vivid scent of my shampoo made my thought process even slower. All I could think about was I bought him a milder shampoo because others might misunderstand him. Clearly, he didn't use it.
"I should compliment you more often." Kawashita's breath tickled my ears. "It looks good on you."
His words resonated in me, hitting a chord. I could have brushed it off as I usually did but I stayed speechless. I couldn't be sure why. Maybe it was the unexpected bold comment. Perhaps it was the heat in the bath or the promise we made for the sake of the other.
Whatever the reason was I didn't want to find out. All I needed to do was to say a comeback. But Kawashita took my silence without any more teasing comments.
After pressing a kiss on my cheek, he stood up. "Let's get out of the bath, Reiko-senpai. You might catch a cold."
I half-turned and looked up to him. My eyes lingered on his naked body, admiring it as always but without hunger as my desire had been sated. Kawashita cocked his head towards the door and stepped out of the tub. A lame yet perfect comeback came to me then.
Smirking, I leaned on the edge of the tub. "Was I the best pussy you've ever tasted?"
Kawashita paused and a small line appeared on his forehead before he smacked his lips and smiled. "I don't compare, senpai."
Stunned, I shrugged and looked away. "Oh, well, go ahead. I'll follow you out."
I didn't wait for his reply. I submerged completely in the water, his response still grating on me. He doesn't compare? What a ridiculous answer. As if he didn't compare my taste from the ice cream. Hair swatted my face when I came up gasping for air. I brushed it away with my fingers when I heard a clearing of throat.
Kawashita was standing in the same spot before I plunged myself in the water. He had wrapped a towel on his waist.
"Let's go, Reiko-senpai. You promised you'll dry my hair," he said, his expression solemn.
I stood up and kept my eyes on him, radiating annoyance in waves, holding in my tongue. He held out a towel, and I took it and wiped myself.
"If it means a lo—"
I raised a finger before I wrapped the towel in my body. "Let's not dwell on it. I don't want to know now."
Kawashita snorted and clenched his jaw, his grip on his towel tightened. "You're right. Look at me, I don't mull over how much you must have enjoyed sucking your ex."
My gaze snapped at him, my mouth parting. I opened my mouth and closed it again, swallowing the truth. A sigh escaped me and I placed a hand on his arm. "Let's get dressed."
It was already 1:42 when we stepped out of the bathroom. After getting dressed, Kawashita sat on the sofa, browsing a book I left on the table as if it was only 19:00. A smile tugged on my face unknowingly. If it were I or anybody else, we would have probably bolted through the door. But this guy wasn't in the rush to leave even after our disagreement earlier.
Spotting me, Kawashita closed the book and patted the sofa. I raised the hairdryer in my hand in return before I sauntered towards him.
"Kawashita-kun." I ran my fingers on his hair. "Can I ask you something?"
He slanted his head, resting it along with his arm that was draped over my left thigh. I half-expected him to glower at me, but instead, he reached for the hairdryer and shut it off.
"Shoot," he said, nuzzling his face into my thigh just as I was about to raise my foot on the sofa.
The fabric of my pajama was thin enough that I vividly felt the heat he transmitted and the rough gesture his day-old stubble made. I wanted to move but at the same time, I was enjoying it. In the end, I decided to sit still, rethinking my safe question.
"How'd you come about your liking for bondage play?" I asked.
Kawashita considered and then he straightened. "My ex-girlfriend liked it, and you could say I sort of got into it."