Disclaimer: I do not own Ouran High School Host Club.
This is an idea I had after I read the beach scene. Hope you like it.
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He laid on top of me, his face inches from mine. I could feel his breath gently wafting from mine. Mint. Most definitely one of those excessively expensive foreign brands.
My dress rode up, so high it went up to my upper thigh. His large hands trapped my smaller ones. I felt curious at what he was doing, no fear. But deep within me, I felt a wisp of excitement, though I know not why.
I looked at him; silently asking him what was going on. Then, he spoke. His voice seemed a bit different than usual. It was a rougher, deeper tone. At the back of my mind, I categorized it as a hunting, come-hither sort of voice. One that people usually associate with the bedroom. As suddenly as that thought came to mind, it just as easily flitted away.
'He has nothing to gain from this.' That was what I thought, and I told him so.
He stared at me for a while; his eyes held a startled look in them before amusement replaced it. Smiling a smile not at all related to the smirk he usually had while planning a business endeavour, he laughed. And as he laughed, I felt happiness.
When he rolled off me, I felt like stopping him and pulling him back. But I didn't.
Tamaki bursts into the room and the atmosphere is ruined. So I get up and walk out the door.
As I strolled back to my room, I had a sudden desire to rewind time to do that all over again. The image of him shirtless was seared into my eyes. His smell, which was so close to me before, was seeped into my dress. I doubt I will be washing it soon.
I lean against the wall and shook my head. 'It must've been all the sun I've been getting earlier.' Yes. That must have been it. Nothing more. He is only a friend. Ohtori Kyoya.
I push myself off my support and closed my room door behind me.
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As usual, please review and tell me what you think. If there's anything wrong with that the situation, please tell me. Because I don't remember how everything went. I have such bad memory.