As I walked into the kitchen, Goten was just about to sit down for dinner. Both Goku and Chichi was already on table. I sat down at an open chair, merely inches away from their youngest. I informed them that my mother sends her regards. "Goten I want you to be on your best behavior. We'll be having her as our guest," Chichi brings her son up-to-date as she took a bite of her dinner.
After a hefty meal I thanked them wholeheartedly. "Can I help with anything?" I asked her as she stacked the plates together. "Oh, that won't be necessary my dear. You're a guest in this house," she answered as she waved my offer away with the back of her hands. I wasn't bought up that way. "I insist, it's the least that I could do in return for your hospitality," I remarked as I took the dishes from her hands. I can tell that she's pleasantly surprised by my counter attack. I washed the loads of dishes, dried them off and stacked it upon each other on the kitchen table. She thanked me enthusiastically as she stacked it away in the cupboard.
In the cozy little room I unpacked my luggage into the empty drawers that Goku insisted on. I kept out a set of clean nightwear and a huge baby blue towel. A knock came to the door; I opened it to be greeted by Goten's smiling face. "Hey, just wanna let you know that I'm done in the bathroom," he said like it wasn't obvious. His hair is wet, and a slightly damp shirt is clinging to his body. I licked my suddenly dry lips and noticed how his eyes followed the movement.
"That's kinda perfect, I was just about to ask somebody about that," I told him with a coy smile. "Come on, I'll show you the way," he offered. I turned on my heels, fetched my things on the bed and followed him out.
After a nice warm foam bath, my body feels cleansed and relaxed. My skin's radiating. I dressed myself in soft pastel yellow nightwear, decorated with small pink hearts and purple polka dots. My long towel dried hair hangs loosely down my back. Small silver butterfly studs adorning my earlobes. I brushed my teeth, added a little body spray and ended by painting my lips with some clear gloss.
Halve way to my room I bumped into Goten. He seems to be in a daze as his eyes scanned me once over. I can feel his rock hard abs beneath my fingertips, which doesn't calm my unsteady heart. Goten's so damn hot. He's still looking down at me. Please, don't look at me like that, I pleated mentally. A heavy sigh tumbled from Goten's lips. I swallowed drily at the lump that's caught up in my throat. "Please, don't?" I choked out.
His features turned sorrowful as he passed me in the hallway. My heart sunk into the soles of my feet as I slumped forward. I really didn't mean it like that; I just can't breathe when he's looking at me that way. I like him more then I should, I'm completely over my mind because no matter how I look at it he's still in a relationship with Valese. He may not have put a ring on it yet, but their still together. I smiled sadly at myself as I entered my room. "What's wrong with me? Why do I have this urge to touch his skin, to kiss his lips? Is this love that I'm feeling?" I asked myself in a whispering tone, standing with my back pressed up against the door.