Chapter 23: Gosh, Kira

Gosh, Kira

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"Never judge someone by the opinion of another."

-unknown

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"Play tag under the rain. It would be super fun!" With a toothy grin, I faced him. His forehead creased at my unbelievable suggestion.

"What are you, a five year old?" I rolled my eyes at him. "No killjoys, please. Let's go." I pulled him by the hand. He didn't complain and stayed quiet as I drag him out of the room.

We went outside. He stopped by the door and looked at me, his emerald green eyes searching my face, hoping that what I had said earlier was merely a joke. But sadly, it wasn't. 

I didn't wait for him and ran outside. Looking up, the sky was a mixture of gray and black, the colors that I once hated the most. It reminded me of pain and mourning. Where my rainbow had decided to never show itself to me again. But today...today seems different as a smile crept up my face. I closed my eyes and let the heavy droplets of rain hit my face, relaxing and enjoying myself while it soaked my clothes.

Minutes have passed when I decided to glance at him who was still standing beside the door, statue-like. 

"What are you doing over there? Get your ass over here, old man." I teased him. 

"Tch." He ran his fingers through his hair problematically and looked at me again, throwing me sharp knives that meant, 'You're going to regret this, later.' I couldn't help but laugh at him. But wow, he is like a rock. Did he eat rocks for breakfast for him to be like this? 

I really wonder why everyone is scared of him. He seems cute to me. But anyhow, it'll be hard convincing him to play with me. 

"Old man! Are you having difficulty in walking? Should I buy a cane for you?" I teased him again. It worked because he started approaching me with his deadly gaze. I ran as I stick my tongue out of him. He's hella fast and I know that it won't take long for him to catch me. 

He chased me. We ran around the mansion and laughed. Not caring for anything. The feeling was very nice. It felt problem-free. 

It didn't take long for him to catch me though. He locked me in his strong arms and turned me to face him. We were only inches away and I could feel his deep breathing touch my face. He smelled of mint and vanilla, intoxicating my nose and his deep green orbs looking intently at me.

My heart starts to beat faster again. It feels weird.

I averted my gaze away from him. His stare was hypnotizing me but I dared not to give myself in. 

What's this weird feeling on my chest?

What's wrong with me? I'm getting a little bit uncomfortable.

Releasing both of his hands on my waist, he moved a little bit far away from me. He held my arm and pulled me towards the mansion.

"Let's go inside. We'll catch a cold if we stay here any longer."

I just nodded, still trying to get the weird feeling out of my chest.

Is he feeling it too?

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"You should take a bath first." He told me as we went inside the room. 

I hugged myself and brushed off the coldness on my shoulders, accepting the towel that Neal was offering me and was about to go inside the bathroom when I remembered something and stopped. 

Turning around, I looked at Neal who was dripping wet from the rain. 

"How about you? You'll get sick if you can't take a bath immediately." An evil smirk emerged on his beautiful face as a playful idea flashes before his enchanting eyes.

"So, you're saying that it's okay for both of us to have a shower together?" What? What the hell is he talking about!? S-shower together!? 

I never said anything like that! This damn pervert! His mind is full of dirty stuff! How about I put some holy water on his drinks next time, eh? I'm sure that that will teach him a lesson!

"Never." I quickly got some clothes and went inside the comfort room. I took a quick hot shower, wore a t-shirt and big, long pajama shorts, and went outside. What I'm wearing was Neal's. When he knew that I don't have pj's, he lent me some of his. It doesn't seem to bother him so I accepted it. He has a lot of clothes too so it would not be a problem.

I should have bought it yesterday but it slipped out of my mind and forgot about it. 

He has a lot of fitted t-shirts and medium shorts so I used it. It is a bit bigger than my size but it's okay. I can manage. At least I have clothes to wear.

As I got out, I saw Neal leaning on the table, looking somewhere else, drowned in his thoughts.

"It's your turn." Without glancing at me, he stood straight and went inside the comfort room.

I wonder what he was thinking about? It seemed to me that something was bothering him. But I know that asking him wouldn't help.

Ignoring him, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited. It didn't take long though as Neal went out of the bathroom for only a couple of minutes. His towel was wrapped around his neck and the other was wrapped around his bottom part.

His hair was soaked and messy, the ends of his locks sticking out on his forehead and tiny droplets of water dripping down on his jaw and to his muscular pecs. It continued to trail down on his 8 packs and to his v-line.

His v-line was very visible and deep.

Oh, crap. I've heard somewhere that the deeper the v-line...

'Don't, Kira. Don't you dare.' A voice in my head said.

"The bigger the p-penis!?"  I whispered.

Oh shit. I quickly glanced his way nervously and sighed when he doesn't seem to hear anything as his left brow was raised questionably at me. I ignored him and pinched my arm. 

Gosh, Kira.