A Shot To The Heart (1/2)

I blushed deeply trying hesitating before holding his hand back as he flashed a smile at me and lead me downstairs.

"Would you like me to cook or would you like to go out to eat?" he mumbled.

I didn't want to shamelessly ask him to cook for me. 'well it was an offer' i debated as he pulled the chair out for me at the table. I opened my mouth to say something when he cut me off.

"How about here? I think you've seen enough of the jerks of this town today." he took off his shirt and went to the kitchen. My eyes widened examining his muscles from behind. I held in a whimper and closed my eyes immediately as I felt blood rushing through my cheeks .

'god damn i swear if i blush anymore today I'm going to melt' i cried in my head as i listened to the trickle of the water filling the pot and toyed with the hem of the shirt he gave me. It smelled like cologne... Like him. I held my breath as he walked out and sat in front of me and slowly let the collar fall from my nose, i looked up at him expecting him to call me 'weird' or scold me as it seemed like the natural thing to do in this town. My eyes watered at my embarrassment, looking down at my fidgeting hands to try and hide it. To my surprise Tao simply chuckled.

"Do I smell that good?" He half smiled. I glanced up at him surprised catching his eye contact and clenched the shirt in my hands as i nodded.

"If you want you can keep that shirt" his eyes locked at my hands.

"N-No thank you... You spent money to have it for yourself.. I don't want to take from you..." I whispered. The shirt was a simple white tee, but it was Gucci. It had to at least be $400 something and I was not going to just take a strangers shirt like that. He mumbled something incomprehensible, I looked at him questioningly. 'Was it really that easy for him to waste money?' i thought as i kept my confused stare focused on him.

"Nothing" He said somewhat reassuringly. He walked back to the kitchen and came back with two bowls and chopsticks setting a bowl with a "clink" sound in my way. I examined the noodles.

"T-thank you" I began to eat and think of how i would get home. "... How far are we... from school?" i almost whispered, still very embarrassed about the situation.

"A bit far why?" He looked up from his bowl.

"I'm walking distance from school... I was trying to determine bus fare... " i murmured.

"No need" his eyes widened and set down his chopsticks." I'll take you. You really expected me to bring you here but not take you home? That would be rude." he sighed. "Should I have made a better first impression?" he whimpered quietly. It took me by surprise, He was definately different than all the people i had met that day, i wasn't sure whether to be relieved or uncomfortable. His saddened gaze caught me off gaurd making my answer feel so crucial and it made me ... well.. anxious.

"W-what..? N-no? yes... I'm sorry it's just i-... i don't know... your first impression was... great... thank you... for everything... " i stuttered through my witless explanation.

"You're always welcome... Whenever you're ready to leave... just tell me" He said with a forced smile. I felt rude, it looked as if i'd said something wrong. I simply nodded in response and finished eating making my way for the kitchen, beginning to wash the dish when he came up behind me and grabbed my wrists.

"Ahh!" I yelped and whipped around to meet his face. His breath smelled like a peculiar mingle of mint and noodles. I looked up to his eyes as he leaned in close to my face whispering, I felt his lips brush against mine as he spoke.

"You don't have to wash for me... You aren't my wife... " He spoke a bit too close for my comfort.

"..." I stayed quiet at the closeness of our faces.