Posts tagged fan
Posts tagged fan
As I change behind a screen- my small attempt at privacy - Beck emerges from the shower. The scent of soap—Beck’s soap—tickles my nose and I grin. Thankfully, I’m hidden and he can’t see my reaction.
He doesn’t need the encouragement - things are hard enough as it is.
“How do these even fit you?” he asks.
I peek around the screen. He stands next to my closet, dressed, but his hair is damp and tousled. He holds the jeans out in front of him like they’re some sort of foreign object, though I know he’s seen a pair before—they’re not that obsolete. “They’re so small. Look!” He shoves his feet into the legs and they get stuck around his ankles. He hops to my bed, nearly tripping in the process, and tries tugging them off.
I pull on my blouse and walk around the screen toward the mirror. “They’re authentic, Beck. There’s no smart technology in them to stretch to the right size. And even if there was, they’re still not meant to be worn by a six-foot-two giant.”
While he struggles to disentangle himself, I smooth my chestnut hair into a loose ponytail. Neat and tidy, just like a future Stateswoman. In the mirror, I see Beck has stopped fighting my jeans and is watching me. Flutters tickle my heart. His eyes burn for a second but then he returns to just regular old Beck.
A weird tension hangs between us. It’s been happening more and more lately. When I catch Beck staring at me, he’ll look away or pretend to be doing something else, and then we avoid each other for a while until the awkwardness passes.
But we don’t have time for that this morning, so I stick out my tongue and hope it distracts him.
“Oh, you did it now!” he growls playfully.
I’m pulled off the ground and hurled through space. The unexpected sensation leaves me dazed and unprepared for what comes next. I land on my bed, my legs dangling over the edge. Beck leaps on me and straddles my waist. He deftly pins me, holding both my hands over my head with one hand.
I look up at him, suppressing my urge to shriek and laugh simultaneously. “We’re going to be-”
The burning look returns to his eyes.
It stops me cold.