Beneath the Ink (COMPLETE)

Why

Rhodes Beverley

I sat on her bed as she showered.

She didn't have time to before leaving, so she decided to do it now.

"Rhodes!" She shouted.

I knocked on the bathroom door, letting her know I was here.

"I forgot a towel. There's-" while she spoke I grabbed one, waited precisely 10 seconds to act like I was looking before cracking the door and handing it to her.

I shut the door and sat back on the bed.

She came in, her hair dripping wet.

She grabbed a shirt from her closet, black underwear, walking back to the bathroom.

I saw the drops of water she left on her hardwood and I removed my shirt, going and wiping it up so the wood wouldn't lift.

She walked in, confused.

I didn't even explain.

"Alright, out here or in there?" She asked.

I looked around her room, a place that became one of comfort for me.

It smelt of her, a very light cinnamon, mixed slightly with vanilla but it was from the body cream she used.

She went back into the bathroom and brought out all of her hair stuff.

Literally brought out everything.

"I forgot to do this." She hummed to herself, grabbing her body cream.

I was about to offer, impulsively, but I couldn't right now.

I watched her get her arms, lift her shirt to get her stomach, watched her get her legs, her throat.

She put it back.

"Alright. Can I show you a front piece?" She asked and I nodded.

She sat beside me on her bed.

She taught me what I should know, specifically since she air dried her hair.

She showed me the front bit of her hair.

I nodded.

She moved to sit between my legs.

I handed her a pillow and she sat on it.

She scooted up slightly and I began doing exactly what she showed me, doing it on all parts of her hair.

I did the little finger coils she said to do.

She said here and there but I did it everywhere.

I wanted to do it better than she did it herself so she'd rely on me and ask me to do it for her.

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"That's so good, they look like they'll dry so nice." She smiled and I just leaned on her door frame.

She turned and looked at me.

"Thank you." She smiled.

I nodded.

"You've been strange since the tattoo place, does your throat hurt? Are you alright?" She asked, stepping toward me.

I chewed my cheek, pushing my hands into my pockets.

Everything I do is uncalled for. So this time, I'd have myself under control.

"Is it because I was sweating earlier? If you wanna be left alone-"

I put my finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet.

She stopped.

I put my hand back into my pocket.

I looked at her.

I nodded for her to come to me.

She walked over, slowly, clearly unsure and nervous.

I tapped my foot, getting her attention to the floor.

I pointed right in front of me.

She came closer, her fingers hooking in the belt loops of my jeans.

She looked up at me so prettily.

She was so nervous.

I leaned down, she stayed eerily still as I pressed my lips against her ear.

"Just because I don't sp-speak, doesn't mean you did anything wrong. Understand?" I whispered to avoid stutters.

I stood back up and she nodded.

Intrusive thoughts began running through my mind.

So I just leaned down and kissed her forehead.

I liked the way her skin felt under my lips, even earlier when she was a bit warm.

After that I'd knew I'd be fine.

She stepped even closer.

I could tell she was trying to be careful because I wasn't wearing my shirt.

I grabbed her hand and placed it on my bare stomach.

She whimpered, looking at where she was touching.

I just savored the touch.

It was okay, I wasn't panicking, I wasn't holding my breath.

Slowly she put her other hand on my side, feeling my V-line.

I knew she had a thing for those.

"You g-good?" She asked, looking at me nervously.

I nodded.

So desperate to please me. I think my rude awakening was her obeying me without me even having to say anything.

"Uhm, sorry I was gonna tell you something but I forgot." She told me.

"Oh, tomorrow I'm catching up with an old friend I had at a place I worked at a year and a half ago." She said.

I raised my eyebrows.

"At a club." She whispered.

I chewed my cheek.

"About 7 pm." She finished.

"I would love for you to come if you don't beat anyone up." She gave a smile like she was funny.

I didn't like that. Her in a short dress.

Men. Women. Staring.

"D-don't dr-drink." I said.

"That's why we're going!" She groaned.

I had to walk away for a second and try to think how a good partner would answer. But I was not like that.

I left, stepping into her backyard for air.

Took a deep breath.

Why not a restaurant or something.

Not some fucking club.

Either her friend was going to hate me, or she was going to.

And I was pretty okay with either.