Chapter 39 Hot Arguments
“Here”, I spoke, letting go of her to take my shirt off over my head. “Put this on.”
I was sure that with her and mine height difference… the shirt would for sure come down to her knee or even below.
“My hand feels numb and my feet too”, she mumbled to me, trying to wriggle her toes and her fingers but only barely succeeding.
It surprisingly irked me that she wasn’t even bothered by the fact that she was lying in my lap half-naked whilst I cradled her and put my hands all over her, careful not to touch her anywhere uh… private! And she had also been not worried in the least when she almost flashed me twice! The tables had seriously fucking turned and she was the one making ME uncomfortable now!
Oh, fuck it!
“Here, put your arm in the hole”, I instructed her as I put her head through the larger opening of the shirt, desperate to get her clothed as soon as possible before my mind wandered off to dangerous, sexual thoughts and I reacted unfavourably!
She did as I asked, lifting her hand and assisting me. Grunting in actual pain, I jerked my head up when I noticed her towel slipping from underneath her arm when she lost a hold of it in the process of slinging her arm into the shirt.
“Watch your fucking towel, Ayesha”, I growled at her, astonished at the glint in her eyes as she smirked at me. What the actual fuck!
“Look who’s blushing now!”, she jabbed at me.
Once I could fully look down at her when she’d fully dressed, I glared at her,” What the fuck is wrong with you, Ayesha?”
She was seriously out of it to be behaving this way!
Shooting me a dopey grin, she winked at me, something I never expected her to do!
“You know…. I love it when you say my name. You’re the only one who says it fully in its true glory”, she sort of slurred through her words, obviously delirious with the cold.
“Come on, say it again”, she grumbled and gave me a stony look which looked kind of funny on her soft face as she nudged me down toward her by tugging on my shirt.
I sucked in some cold air, harshly! Pacing my breathing, I ignored her absurd comments, trying to pull away from her and put some distance between us!
“We need to go”, I sternly told her, standing up and making her stand up too. Her wobbly feet which barely held her up were enough of an indication that it would take much assistance from me to get her to my car as she kept leaning against me!
She let her towel fall to the ground absentmindedly and my shirt fell to her knees just as I’d expected.
“You are very tall”, she curiously observed, lifting her hand up as if to salute me… or my height?! Had the cold made her go mad, I wondered.
“Thank you for the invaluable information, I never knew”, I sarcastically replied, not believing that she was serious for a second.
“You should join the force and save the country! All hail Great Britain”, she exclaimed, making me worry if she was okay mentally.
“We’re in America, dumbass”, I told her, trying to make her walk to the door so we could get out of here but she remained rooted to her spot, refusing to move as she held onto my naked bicep. Making me tighten up when she started to trace my abs with her hand!
“Damn! You’re ripped as fuck”, she looked from me to where her finger trailed my six pack. Something about her cursing and hearing her say the f-word turned me the fuck on!
“Thanks for noticing after 2 years”, I husked out, tangling my hand through her hair to angle her face up so I could keep looking at her!
“Oh, I noticed… I noticed very well”, she smirked at me and winked yet again, taking me by surprise with her boldness.
The devil inside me forced me to take advantage of the situation when she was being vulnerable and honest and not hiding anything! This was the time to find out what she truly thought of me and get rid of that pretentious opinion of hers of me… which she generally showed to me and which was obviously untrue… that much was obvious with the way she was acting right now!
I knew it was awful of me to do this when she wasn’t in her right mind to know she shouldn’t be saying the things she’d been trying so hard to hide from me for the past years! Guess it was a good thing I didn’t have a problem with being awful!
“You know when I first saw you, I thought Woah! That has got to be the hottest guy I have ever seen!”, she continued on her own… much to my delight. She’d utterly piqued my interest with those words of hers as I nodded at her to continue.
Looking down at my body, she brushed her fingers against the outlines of my packs, her eyes widening in fascination.
“I remember seeing you shirtless for the first time on the field. You were practising and doing your thing or whatever! But all I could notice was your toned abs and that golden smooth skin I wanted to run my tongue all over and trace the cuts of your packs with my lips”, she airily continued, puncturing my fucking lungs with her words. What the fuck? So this was what she actually thought of me?!
My heart was fucking high-fiving itself right now… but I almost couldn’t believe what was coming out of that innocent mouth of hers. More so I couldn’t believe my fucking luck! I stayed very still…. afraid I would break this honesty spell she was under.
Trailing her hand down my stomach, she went dangerously low, making me gulp hard,” I wanted to especially lick down this V that was peeking out of your low hung shorts that day. God, I could just…”, she started but I cut her off forcefully, not believing for a second that I would be able to control myself if she finished that sentence.
“We need to go. NOW!”, I sternly told her, grabbing her hands in mine.
“You need to carry me out! I can’t walk! Oh! Daniel”, she dramatically fell into my arms, not snapping out of whatever haze she was still in!
Groaning out loud in frustration, I picked her up without a protest, not having it in me to argue with her when she was being like this!
She yelped out in surprise when I swept her off her feet all of a sudden!
“You’re such a good boy, Daniel”, she gave me the most adorable smile as she ruffled my hair! I shook off her hand, frowning at her.
“Jeez! What do you weigh? Like 80 pounds?!”, I questioned her, worried about how light she felt in my arms, like a fucking doll!
“No, I do not weigh 80 pounds, I weigh 84 pounds, thank you very much”, she said it so proudly like 4 fucking pounds made a huge fucking difference.
Just as we were approaching my car, she suddenly commented,” You know… you have the most striking facial bone structure.”
“Uhmm…. thank you?”, I questioned more than answered, her compliments weirding me the fuck out!
I, with great difficulty, ignored the fact that my T-shirt on her had bunched up to her waist as I placed her in the back seat! I reminded myself to not look… but the fact that she probably had no panties on… fuck me! This was worse than torcher.
I got in from the other side and tinted up the windows. Turning on the heat to the highest intensity, I spoke up, my voice coming out really hoarse,” Let me know when you’re warm enough!”
A few minutes later, I could tell that her brain fog was starting to clear when she looked around in confusion.
“W…what are you… I was…”, she mumbled to herself, paying me no heed.
I tried to avert my gaze from her naked legs, those fucking perfect legs I couldn’t help but imagine thrown over my shoulders… fuck!
“Could you please pull down your shirt?”, I hoarsely asked her, looking away with great will power, hoping that she would listen!
“Oh, my God! I’m so sorry”, she yelped out, looking at me in horrification as she pulled down the shirt by the hem, almost below her knee and kept it stretched till there!
Aaaand my guarded, modest Ayesh was back… I was relieved and disappointed, both at the same time!
“W..what? This isn’t mine?”, she looked down at my shirt covering her body… realizing how big it was on her!
“No, it isn’t”, I simply stated, looking straight at her with a mischievous glint in my eyes.
I couldn’t help but inwardly jump in joy at her embarrassment as the events of earlier dawned on her! But then she suddenly seemed to remember something,” Oh God! I was supposed to meet your mother in an hour! What time is it?!
She looked to me in desperation, apparently her fear of disobeying my mother overriding her self-humility, much to my disappointment.
“Relax! When did my mother call you?”, I asked her.
“I don’t know! Who cares? Let’s go now”, she ordered me like I was her personal chauffeur.
“Do I look like your driver? And how about a thank you for saving your ass from being permanently frozen?!” I replied, feigning annoyance. In fact, I very much liked her professing a right over me.
“Why thank you, Daniel! For saving me from a situation caused by YOUR fiance, that too she did it for YOU! So the way I see it, all of this is your fault”, she fiercely spoke, taking my words to heart.
“My fault?!”, I screeched out in vehemence,” How is it my fault that my fiance is a fucking sociopath?!”
She seethed at me in disbelief!
Well, she was definitely herself now… the heat had not only cooled her down but also fired her up!
“Of course it’s your fault! This is all your fault! You know in a way, you are made for each other! She’s a sociopath, you’re a psychopath… you both can be insane together! Happily fucking ever after”, she screamed, clearly agitated with me.
She took heavy breaths, her tiny body shaking with unmasked rage! Her skin was flushed with warmth… letting me know she was all out of danger of being too cold now! Her anger had at least done some good.
“Fuck you’re so hot when you’re angry”, I huskily told her, earning another withering glare from her! But I could tell she was overcompensating as she blushed even more.