Chapter 32 | Face

I was amazed at how one touch of his lips could hitch my breath. I felt a hot breath on my neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with my neck. A hand runs through my hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around my waist, and pulls me close to his perfectly scented body. His kisses are now on my shoulders and in my hair.

"Puddin'..."

"Shh..."

He continued kissing, hovering over my naked form, as he trailed the tips of his fingers down the side of my body. Goosebumps erupted all over my body and I bit my lip, as I felt his hands reaching my stomach. It was just a few inches away from the place and I pulled his hands out, refusing to let him touch there and he pouted, growling as he bit my neck.

"No. I am already sore."

He lifted his head, looking at me with a teasing glint in his eyes and grinned deviously, the proudness of his achievement shining through his eyes. I raised my eyebrows at him and he leant forward, kissing the corner of my lips and purred seductively.

"I'm gonna wash you." He breathed out, barely above a whisper, his lips barely grazing my lips and I shuddered, nodding my head slowly, unable to form words. He immediately, got out of bed, and stood at the edge, holding his hand out for me to take.

I smiled and reached towards his hand, taking it and got out of bed. Immediately, my knees buckled and I struggled to stand straight as I sat down on the bed, feeling the ache in my legs. I stared up at him to see him giving me a smug grin, with a knowing glint in his cerulean icy eyes.

"I can't walk."

"Good." He paused, leaning forward, resting his hands in his knees as he kissed my nose playfully to which I pouted, which only made his grin wider. "Now we can stay in bed for the rest of the wonderful day."

I smiled, slapping his shoulder playfully before I felt his arms circle around my knees and my back, lifting me up towards his warm chest as he carried me to the bathroom and I laid my head on his shoulder, feeling the thrum of his steady heartbeat near my chin.

After filling the tub with water, he slid into the water, carrying me in his arms and finally let go of me as I slid into the water, resting on the opposite side of him. He pouted at me for not sitting on his lap and moved forward, and cupped my cheeks, pulling me towards him and he kissed me, making me giggle against his lips, for his constant craving to touch me.

"Ya can't resist me, can ya?" I asked against his lips, trailing my finger down his cheek softly.

"No matter... how hard I try." He replied, in a heart beat, making butterflies dance around in my tummy as I smiled widely at his reply.

He reached behind me, taking the white soap in his hands and rubbed them all over my face, making soap bubbles and until zi couldn't see him. My vision was blocked and I could hear him trying to control his laughter as he continued rubbing soap on my face, not missing a corner.

"Puddin'!" I yelled and he bursted out into laughter. "Stop playing!"

"You look cute babe." He cooed and removed the soap right above my eyes and grinned amusedly at my state.

"My turn." I turned around grabbing the white soap and held it towards his face and I stopped when I realised that the smile on his face had dropped, and the laughter in his eyes were gone. His face was hard as he stared at the soap in my hands.

Does he have a phobia of soap?

What's wrong?

His eyes slowly shifted up to look at me and I saw that they were blank with no emotions. He had completely closed himself off.

"Is something wrong, Puddin'?" I asked cautiously, eyeing the soap in my hands.

His expression softened immedistely, his tense shoulder relaxing and he let out a loud sigh before rotating his neck, growling lowly as he did so and then looked at me. "No babe."

I tried to relax but I couldn't, something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. But, the moment he guided my hands towards my chest, making me rub the soap there, I knew what was the problem.

He didn't want the soap on his body.

Why?

I tried to remain silent but the tension lingering in the air was palpable, you could slice it with a thick knife. I realised that everytime we had bathed together, I had never washed him. He would wash me and then guide me out of the bathroom before washing himself.

The realisation striked me when I thought of why.

"Puddin'..." I trailed and he looked up at me, his hands continuing to rub soap on my neck, like an expert.

"I am goin' to ask ya somethin'..."

He visibly stiffened, knowing that he had been caught red-handed as he looked down at my neck, rubbing the soap in circles on them as he tried to look indifferent. He nodded his head slowly, waiting for me to continue.

"Can I-" The words got stopped as he slammed his lips on mine feverently, begging for me to shut up. It was his signature move to shut me up once and for all. His hand circled my neck, choking me lightly as he pushed me against the bathtub, trying to shut me up. I bit his lip, indirectly telling him that it is not going to work. He gave up, pulling away as his lips brushed against mine, his chest heaving up and down at the passionate kiss we had just shared.

He knew I had won.

"I want to see your face."

I knew that he knew which face I exactly meant.

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