Chapter 5: Soup/Soap Shenanigans.
Many spoonfuls of burning hot soup spilled over my body later, I was making my way to the shower, now in a drenched nightgown. Drake was walking me, observing as I walked the walk of shame, letting out a chuckle or two when he couldn't contain himself.
"Having fun there, chuckles?" - I asked him, looking up. He looked so relaxed and comfortable, I didn't recall a time where he was this pleased, at least when I was around him. For a moment, I watched him chuckle in silence, and wished I could know what was entertaining him that much.
Drake's POV (finally am i right?)
Despite missing out on Oprah re-runs - yeah Josh made it grow on me- spending my nights with Wendy wasn't that bad. Plus, being around my old house was really heart warming, lots of things had changed, but dozens of memories flew back and in every corner was a different story.
I was having a great time, but don't get me wrong, I couldn't wait to get home and rest. From doing nearly nothing 24/7 to full babysitting mode had me all tired up. Wendy's great though, now that she's not breathing down my neck or climbing up my window to offer me pickles. I couldn't help but chuckle at that one. And she noticed.
We were standing outside the bathroom door, and that's when I snapped back to reality.
"You okay from here?" I asked. Hoping she said yes.
"Uh, no, I need to get out of these" She said signaling her gown with her good hand. Oh. Well this just escalated to a new level of awkward.
"Sure" I replied, while trying to act normal. While I was on the way of kneeling down to grab the end of the night gown I felt her stopping me.
"Oh and Drake?" She threw me a severe glance. "Eyes up here" she placed her middle and index finger in front of her eyes, telling me not to pry.
With that being said, I knelt down and grabbed both ends of the nightgown, trying to be as swift and nonchalant as I could. I felt the heat of her skin against my fingers and the contrast between the cold soup.
I made my way through her torso, and I could visibly notice her pulse racing, as she took shallow breaths, I swallowed. I promised not to look, but I couldn't help but peek. Her skin was tanned and it was getting hotter and hotter under my touch. I saw her cheeks flush with redness. It was so quiet I could hear our own ragged breaths, and when I reached her arm, she helped me get it out.
"Does it hurt?" I asked, finally settling down for looking at her eyes. She looked frightened, but she managed to utter a tiny "No'' under her breath. She remained silent as I threw the gown in the dirty laundry basket.
I took a deep breath and addressed her one more time, not noticing I had been holding her waist for a few seconds. The distance between us had diminished. "Do you need me to…" I let my eyes travel down and finish the sentence for me, and that's enough for her to snap out of it.
"No, no, I can do that myself thanks" She let out a nervous laugh, and she gulped, looking to her right. I followed her eyes and noticed that I was still holding her waist. Her burning hot, tanned, skin under my fingers. I quickly took my hand away, and made my way out. Just when I was about to go I heard her call me once more.
"Could you bring me something so I change?" "That was my last night gown you know"
I didn't dare to look. But I tried to speak as normal as I could. "Sure I'll see what I find"
I spazzed my way out and rushed to Meg's room looking for some of her old PJ's. What has just happened? I know exactly what just happened. I saw how my chest rose and fell quickly, and I felt this urge I couldn't quite calm down. Wendy? Really? Get your shit together Drake. You're twenty fucking six.
A/N: Gettin' hot in here. So it's pretty obvious we've got some tension. and OH BOY.