He chuckled softly, pulling me up to a standing position.
“So, you want to go lay down in my room? Or stay down here on the couch?”
I shrugged.
“Hop on then.”
The fuck?
I yelped as my body tilted forward, my legs leaving the ground.
“I can walk you fucktrumpet.”
Enoch simply laughed, his back shaking against me and I wrapped my arms around his neck.
“We’re just gonna chill in my room for a bit.”
I realized he must be addressing Jae or his family, but their response must’ve been a head nod because no one spoke as we ascended the stairs. We made it to his room, the smell of his cologne infused into the space, and he gently sat me on the edge of his bed. The towel with ice had somehow made it upstairs with him and he left it in my lap.
“Go on, get comfy.”
“I’m in my clothes.”
“Yeah?”
I huffed in annoyance. “Like my outside clothes. Street clothes. Dirty, germ-infested clothes.”
“Well, I wasn’t going to force you to change. But did you want to borrow something?”
I nodded and heard him rummaging in his dresser drawers.
“Here ya go. I’ll just close my eyes. I’m changing too but since you literally can’t see I don’t think I need to tell you not to peek.”
“Fuck off.”
I wasn’t concerned about him seeing me in a bra and underwear. Mostly because I fully trusted him when he said he wasn’t going to look, so I left my bra on the floor too. After slipping into his shirt and basketball shorts, I pulled back the blankets and sunk into his pillows.
“Coast is clear. And just so you know, I definitely would’ve looked if I wasn’t blind right now.”
He hummed in amusement, and I felt the mattress sink with his weight. It was quiet except for the soft whir of the ceiling fan and muffled voices downstairs.
“So, on a scale of one to ten, how fucking crazy do you think I am now?”
The sheets ruffled as he adjusted his position. He used a hand on my hip to roll my body towards him.
“I’d say your baseline of crazy is a 6.5 on a good day. And after today…hm, maybe an 8.”
I reached out, shoving whatever his nearest body part was. He laughed like he was trying to stifle the sound, and I kicked his leg.
“So violent today, too.”
I gave Enoch my middle finger and his hand latched onto mine, pulling my hand to his chest until my palm rested between his pecs. I could feel his body heat through his shirt andshivered. I hissed when he pulled my sleeve up my arm.Right. I was scratching the fuck out of myself before I passed out.
Enoch’s fingertips grazed the raw skin sending goosebumps across my body. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he pulled my sleeve back down and kissed my palm. I could still feel his lips as he returned my hand to his chest. I wondered, not for the first time, what the hell he was thinking in becoming my friend. And now…feelings.
Fuck.
I wish life wasn’t so cruel. I wish I wasn’t forced to be older than I am. I wish I was actually seventeen. I wish my biggest problem was worrying about going on a date with my first crush.
