Chapter 11: Shinji's POV
Not my best. These prompts are getting harder.
I'm pretty sure it doesn't damage your health to review.
"Look at Ichigo, already stripped for me."
You gave a small yelp at the sound of my voice, and I laughed.
"Shinji, you ALWAYS come at the worst of times!"
I grinned and let my eyes wander down your exposed torso. Currently, you were lying on the floor of your room in your underwear, with three fans running and the window thrown open to let in an evening breeze or two.
Your face flushed as you made a feeble attempt to cover yourself.
"Quit looking at me like that, idiot!"
I forced an innocent look on my face. "Like what, Ichigo?"
"Like… like you're gonna eat me or something!"
I cocked my head at the suggestion, a smirk slowly growing on my face.
"I imagine the floor ain't that comfortable."
You huffed, adjusting your arms. "It's fine with me. I need to cool off anyway."
"What happened to yer air conditioner?"
"It broke, duh."
I grinned and took a seat next to you, leaning over and trailing a finger against your bare chest.
"Come to the warehouse tonight. It's nicer there, I promise."
You frowned at my suggestion, but didn't push my hand away. Hesitantly, you reached up to pull my face towards yours.
"I take that as a yes," I muttered before you smashed your lips against mine.