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"How do you manage to piss off Frosty and get yourself scratched after a minute of you being here?" I sighed, holding back a small giggle while my eyes met his dark ones.

I carefully cleaned the small cut on his thumb with a cotton pad, which had some alcohol on it, while holding his hand on my lap as I sat on the sofa so, that I was facing his side.

"Maybe the universe is trying to tell you something..." I shrugged, directing my attention back down to his hand. I got rid of the cotton pad and grabbed a small band-aid from my first aid kit.

"Your damn cat just doesn't like me," he grumbled, not very pleased that I had insisted of taking care of the small cut.

"It's not her fault. She's just protective," I reasoned gently, opening up the band-aid and then carefully wrapping it around the tip of his thumb.

"Or maybe she's just evil," he cleared his throat, shifting on his place a bit once I had packed up the first aid kit again.

"Maybe she doesn't like strange men manipulating their way inside my home..." I shrugged, meeting his eyes and raising my brows challengingly.

"You feel the same way, then?" He asked.

I had to let out a small laugh, looking away, "if it was any other man than you, then of course. I don't even know how I feel with you..."

I brought his thumb up to my lips before giving the band-aid covered tip a slow kiss.

"I think you'll survive," I gave him a smile, eyes meeting his intense gaze. He blinked slowly, before the sides of his lips tugged up.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I sure as fuck won't," he shook his head, chuckling quietly to himself.

Even though we were just seated on the sofa in my living room, the dimness of our surroundings and proximity were really causing this whole situation feel so incredibly intimate. Or maybe it was just the way he was, and how he was looking at me.

All in all, I felt hot. So incredibly hot. Yet my craving for sleep was overpowering my craving for him, as well as my rational mind.

"Thank you for saving my life again, love," he spoke after I hadn't answered, "I owe you."

"It was just a small cut, it's no big deal," I let out a quiet laugh, definitely affected by him in the most sinful ways, "so... should I get us tea while you pick a movie? I'm fine with anything, I just need to get a bit of studying done—"

He was quick to lean in and kiss me, cutting me off. I couldn't bring myself to actually kiss Theo back, as much as I wanted to.

"Theo, you promised me no sex... I'm tired enough as it is, and I need to study..." I frowned, shaking my head at him. He wasn't the only one I was worried about when it came to us possibly having sex tonight. I was having to hold myself back as well, yet without even trying hard, he was breaking down those walls.

"That was a kiss, last time I checked. Not sex, birdie," his brows raised at me, comfortably leaning back against the backrest of the sofa while I sat with my legs crossed, still facing his side.

"No sex does still leave so much for us to do, doesn't it?" He then smirked, watching my expression shift drastically.

"Oh, Lord..." I laughed, shaking my head down at my lap, "I should have been more specific."

"Thank fuck you weren't," he gently nudged me, the grin in his voice very audible, "I missed you..."

I smiled and gathered myself, before standing up.

"Do you have any tea preferences?" I then asked him, knowing he hadn't really missed me. He didn't know me well enough at all, and we had just been on one date.

"I'm fine with anything," he shrugged, eyes studying mine knowingly, "I'll come give you a hand—"

"No, no," I was quick to shake my head, an awkward laugh slipping my lips, "I'll be back in a few minutes, try not to get yourself killed, okay?"

"Alright, alright," Theo chuckled, shooting me a small wink that had me feeling hotter than before as I rounded the sofa and headed towards the kitchen. Oh, Lord, what was I going to do with him?

As I somehow managed to get the tea ready for us, while also taking a bit of a break from him for the sake of my mental health, I took a look at my phone and the messages I had received.

From: Tim: Would you like to go grab dinner with me today? Hope you got home okay x

I checked the time and almost groaned aloud, seeing as it was way past midnight.

I decided to give him a reply tomorrow morning, not yet knowing what exactly I would do with Theo.

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"Here you go," I carefully handed him a cup of tea with a small smile. He thanked me, and I sat down next to him.

"What movie is this?" I asked, eyeing the scene unravelling on the TV opposite us on the wall.

"You haven't seen this?" Theo asked, sounding rather shocked as he looked over at me. I hadn't realised quite how close we were until I turned my gaze towards him. I shook my head and then brought my cup of tea up to my lips, waiting for him to continue while taking a small sip.

"This movie is legendary! Love, you've really missed out," he gently nudged me, a grin tugging at the side of his lips.

"What movie is it?" I questioned again, brows furrowing as the scene continued.

"Avatar. You've really not seen it before?" he spoke, also taking a sip of his tea, "this is really good, by the way."

"My secret is agave nectar and lemon juice," I told him, "and no, I've only heard of Avatar."

He just nodded, directing his attention back towards the movie. I followed his actions, trying to make sense of this even as I'd missed the beginning.

"Do you have any ideas for our date tomorrow?" I asked after a few minutes, wanting to know so that I could arrange something with Tim as well.

"You could come over to my place. I could make dinner, woo you and all that prince-charming shit," he glanced at me, a smile playing through his eyes.

Why did I feel such a pull to him, and why was I bothering to fight it?

"You can't do lunch?" I wondered since Tim had also suggested dinner.

"I have practice. Why, do you have work?" Theo had finished his tea and reached over to place his mug on the coffee table before leaning back comfortably again. Casually, he draped his arm behind me on the backrest of the sofa, lightly playing with a strand of my hair.

"No, only in the morning. Tim just wanted to have dinner as well... I don't know," I shook my head to myself, finishing my tea with two small sips.

"You're going on a date with Tim?" He asked after a moment.

"Just dinner," I replied. He hadn't asked me on a date, just for dinner.

"For him it's a date, Scarlett," Theo clarified, still twirling a strand of my hair around his finger.

A small laugh left my lips, almost obliviously leaning against his side.

"Change of subject, that's really between Tim and me," I reminded him.

He nodded once, dismissing the whole thing, "alright. It's really getting late, do you think I could stay the night here?"

I couldn't help but raise my brows at him, not missing the small smirk tugging at the side of his delicious lips. The pull I felt towards him was crazy, which was why I decided to let him stay on one condition.

"Okay. You're sleeping on the couch, though."

"What?" His amused expression faded, "not with you?"

"We both know where that will lead," I shook my head with a quiet laugh, "I have an early morning."

"It's your day off, isn't it? And you're spending it studying?" He seemed amusingly baffled by the fact.

Both our teas were finished by now, and the cups were placed on the coffee table in front of us while the Avatar movie had faded into the background.

"For me, studying and nursing is like how football is to you, Theo," I explained, "I'm sure on your free days you still practice and kick a ball around."

"Sure, but lately I've been really wanting to spend my free days with you," he shrugged, smirk returning when I rolled my eyes with another small laugh.

"Your laugh is incredible, I could listen to it fo—"

I pushed myself away from him, even when my body and a small part of me was telling me not to; revelling in the warmth, comfort, and butterflies being close to him gave me.

"That's enough," I couldn't help but grin, "I'll bring you a pillow and a blanket. And a cover for the couch. Stay put."

He raised his hands up as if giving up while I got up.

I went upstairs to retrieve all the bedwear my couch would need for him to be able to spend the night on it.

When I got back downstairs, I almost screamed at the sight of him standing in my living room and slowly sliding off his black boxers which left little to the imagination to begin with.

He stopped what he was doing, eyes moving to mine.

"What are you doing?" I spluttered out, feeling even more hot and bothered at his well-toned and chiselled out body out on display like this.

"I sleep naked, Tinker Bell. I thought you knew that..."

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