And I wasn’t, but I could see why she might not believe it.Espers weren’t all that trustworthy, after all.
The steam flowed out from the bathroom when I opened the door, like rolling fog, and I walked into my bedroom, my gaze down, a towel still over my head as I dried my hair.
Something pricked at my senses, and I paused, jerking my head up.
Instead of the empty room I’d expected, I found a certain guide sitting on my bed.
And fuck did that set off all my fantasies yet again… How the hell could something this innocent rile me up so much?I wasn’t a fucking teenage boy, so how did a fully dressed woman just sitting on my bed make it so the whole taking care of myself in the shower didn’t matter a bit?
Again, it felt like it was her personally, and not a me problem.Something about this guide just stripped away every logical thought in my head.
It felt rather fucking dangerous, to be honest.The way that she got me to react even when I didn’t want to, when nothing else would get that from me.
She wore the same clothes as before, a basic pair of leggings and a shirt long and loose enough to not show her body and to cover her ass.I wouldn’t call it all that alluring, not sexy or seductive, but it didn’t seem to matter with how I reacted to it—and her.
She didn’t look at me—instead her gaze was on her hands as she fidgeted with the bottom hem of her shirt.The action spoke volumes about her feelings.
If she was this nervous, why the hell was she in here, inmyroom?Most guides would much rather use their own space, to feel the safety of their own room, to feel in control.
“I thought you were going to wait for me in your room?”I asked.“We don’t have to do it here.”
She shook her head, the action causing her hair to fall into her face, at which point she brushed it back again with a huff.“It’s fine.”
It sure doesn’t seem fine.
Yet she wanted to do it here?
The answer hit me quickly, when I recalled what I’d said to her.I’d told her that the room was hers, that we wouldn’t enter it without permission.
Was that why she’d come here?Because she didn’t want me in her space?
The idea had me holding back a laugh.She was willing to come into my space, into my room, even understanding what guiding was like, the risk, all because she wanted to keep her space sacred somehow?
Again, she surprised me.
I grabbed the chair from the corner of the room, then pulled it closer and sat in it.It placed me just before her, but gave her a bit of space.
“You know, this really isn’t efficient,” I said as I set my hands on the armrests, palms up.
“I already told you this was all I’d do.”
“I’m not trying to get you to change it, just curious how you think it’ll work.”
“It’s worked before.”
“Has it,Blizzard?”
She narrowed her eyes until just a slit of darkness remained between her pretty lashes.I had to admit I liked the way she glared.It was sexy as hell, even if it had no good reason to be.“Is it smart to piss your guide off?”
“About as smart as pissing off a date, but still, I do it every time.What can I say?I’ve never been good at following standard social rules.”
“That seems to be a problem for your entire squad.”She kept her legs folded and leaned forward, the position rather precarious, but it seemed she didn’t want to risk any potential accidental contact.Of course, if she wasn’t careful, she’d topple right the fuck off the end.“None of you do what you’re supposed to.”
“Kenyon is pretty good.He’s stupid as the day is long, don’t get me wrong, but he’s friendly at least.”I paused, as though thinking.“Too friendly, maybe.I remember one time he was late for a dungeon and it turned out he was moving someone’s goods because he’d walked by and they were carrying heavy things.Of course, he ended up even later because it turned out that the people were robbing the house.”I shrugged.“So maybe he isn’t the best example.”
Yun said nothing back, just stared at me with her cute little mouth agape.It brought back a few of those little fantasies I’d just indulged in.Fuck knew an open mouth featured in plenty of them, though hers was so small I wondered what good it could be.
“Stop it,” she snapped.She went on when I looked into her eyes.“I’m not stupid, you know?Especially when guiding like this—I can tell what you’re thinking.”
