Eita's POV
"I miss you." I felt her hand caressing my back. Now, I don't want to let go. I took a deep breath, giving her a small squeeze, as my lips touches the top of her head before letting go. I reached to grab her bags, and immediately turn away from her. Was it too weird? I can feel the heat of my face up to my ears. She didn't say anything, which is a good thing since I would probably explode in embarrassment. But also bad. What if she is cursing me under her breath right now? Does she hate me now?
We arrived at my car at the parking, placing her things at the trunk. I opened the passenger seat for her, might be weird. "Oh, would you like to sit on the back? You can stretch out and sleep for a while. I won't take you anywhere shad--" She patted my shoulder and went inside. "You are thinking too much, Eita." I crouch down hiding my face. She touched me with those precious hands, and her pretty lips spoke my name. This is sinful. Am I dying today? Hopefully not in a car crash. I took a deep breath and pray solemnly in my heart, "Sol, my goddess, please protect me from harm and let me drive at ease. For your safety." I started the car, and made sure she wears the seat belt. It was a bit of a long drive, plus the traffic in the airport. It was quiet, but I was glad. She is here with me right now. She ate the bread I bought for her. And now, sleeping peacefully beside me.
A moment after, we arrived at the destination. She was still sleeping, still holding unto my jacket. She's so cute! And sleeping in my car! I take my phone and capture this precious moment. I don't want to wash that jacket anymore. I will make a shrine out of it. And no one shall ever sit in the passenger seat ever again. No, no one is welcomed to use my car anymore. I'll put this in the shrine. This water bottle that touched her lips shall go in the shrine as well. I have a new wallpaper for my phone, but I also love our cropped photo together from three years ago. "Where are we?" She wake up gently rubbing her eyes. "In front of Diana's hotel." "Why?" "No, I won't sleep with you--!" I mean I would love to anytime but--- I panicked. "Wait! Let me explain!" I took a deep breath, "I took you here since you don't have a place to stay." "What?" Her face got pale, clutching my jacket. "I can't leave you in the streets, can I?" She looked down on the floor, pursing her lips, "I don't have any money." "I'll take care of it." I assured her. "No." Once she says no, I won't be able to convince her. I tapped the wheel, thinking on how to help her, "Ah, do you have any place you want to stay?" Silence. "...no." I guess she doesn't want to go home or at least let her close friends know. I, at least wanted to know why, but I don't want to anger her.
I might have screwed up along the way, too. It might be my fault. "Sol, do you hate me?" I asked looking at her. I want your honest answer. She noticed and looked back at me, "I don't hate you. Do you?" Then, do you love me?! "Do I..?" I asked unsured of what to say. "Do you hate me?" She asked and our eyes interlocked. A moment of openess that I never saw before. Her eyes were tearing up. I wanted to kiss her right there and tell her how much I love her. I leaned in to cup her face and wipe her tears away with my thumb, "Miss Solange Martin, I would never hate you." Her pouting lips as she tries not to cry anymore. Her hands on mine. She looks so fragile in my hands. It was her moment of weakness and I want to dive right in. I wrapped my arms around her pulling her into my chest. You don't know how sinful I am feeling around you. "Then if you don't mind... hmm, nevermind," I smiled and patted her head. At least for now, I can hug you as much as I want. "Mind what?" "Well, since you don't hate me, mind if I take you in?" That sound better in my head that speak so openly.
This is terrible! I might destroy the door so none of use will be able to go outside of my apartment and keep her all for myself. Whatever happened to her abroad, fuck you! And thank you for returning my goddess. "Are you sure it is okay?" She asked following me in the elevator. I pressed the sixth floor. "Of course, it is. I live alone in my apartment and I hate having roommates. But if it is Miss Sol, it is alright." "Isn't it weird you still call me Miss Sol?" She asked. She was probably too tired to correct me a while ago. "Ah, right. Sorry." It must be weird, but in my mind, I respect her will all my heart. "I'll pay you back once I have a job." If you will pay me, you can at least do it with your love. "Sol, if you do that, I would feel bad... Like everything that we had been through for years was all invested in money and not memories!" I can see my face in shades on pink from the reflection at the elevator. Ting! I immediately get off as soon as the doors opened. "I'm sorry. I just don't want to trouble you." This is bad for my heart. "I'm not really angry at you. Maybe just a bit sad. I just want you to trust me a little..." I forced a smile, scratching my cheek a bit. For all the times I could assault you after all these years, please trust me, damn it!
"Anyway, welcome~" I opened the door to my apartment, inviting her inside. Her eyes roam around. "It's a nice place. How much is it?" I grabbed her shoulders begging, "please, don't think about it!" "O-okay." She sat on the sofa by the living room, still looking around. "Would you like to take a warm bath? I'll prepare one for you right now," without waiting for an answer I went to the bathroom. "I'll fill in the tub for you so you can relax." "I might fall asleep so I'd rather take a quick shower instead." "Okay. I'll prepare some towels for you." Bathwater, the holy water of the shrine. Blessed is my drain, flow and bless the canal waters. "Where would I sleep?" She followed waiting outside the bathroom. In my arms. "You can take the bed." "It is your house so I'll take the couch, okay?" You can take me instead, how about that? "I have an extra mattress" I smiled at her, "Damien goes here from time to time when his girlfriend would kick him out of the house," and she sighed in defeat. "Emma can be so uptight sometimes. But I'll take the floor so its alright." "Okay. The water heater is okay now." "Alright," she was carrying her toothbrush. "The toothpaste is here, and these are some clean towels." I changed the bed sheets, the queen deserves the best in this household, even if she wishes to sleep on the floor. I moved her things in the bedroom.
The moment she went out of the bathroom caused my soul leaving my body. Unlike her usual scent, right now, she smells exactly like me. "I put your bag inside the room so you can change." "Thank you. Sorry for making the floor wet," she walked towards the bedroom, only a towel wrapped around her body. Her bare figure, one small cloth wrapped around her. Her skin dripping wet. I was left there frozen.
The floor is not the only one that is wet now, my underwear too. Shit. Now where would I... The bathroom where she took her bath. Please, stay forever. I could have a cold shower but the clothes she wore were still inside as well. Her smell, the clothes covering her. Forgive me for thinking indecently of you everytime. I sniffed her clothes, as I touch myself, rubbing them against me. I inhaled the scent of her used underwear. I'm sorry. But this lewd thoughts and indecency arouses me. I have my needs, Miss Sol. I muffled my moans, thrusting my cock against my hand. How I wish I was touching her. I suck her panties, fulfilling my curiousity on what her taste like. I moan her name softly, letting the warm water cover me, wishing it was her warmth that I was feeling. I was cleaning myself off, and yet I got hard from the scent of my own shampoo. The same scent she had as she come out from the bath. Sol, I can't keep my hands from touching myself because of you.
After taking a bath, and ahem... take care of some business, I tossed her clothes to the washer. I must get rid of the evidence.
Good thing she was already sleeping when I was finished. Hopefully, didn't heard me shamelessly pleasuring myself while she is around. After I got changed, I sat by the bed. She was fast asleep. I carressed her hair removing the strands covering her face. Her hair are still wet, "you might caught a cold, Miss Sol. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. How careless." I sighed, and gently dry her hair.
"Sleep well, Miss Sol~"