I’ve Always Been Yours: 2

I turn to face him, and say, “Would you like something to drink? I just made some lemonade this morning, and it’s extra cool cause it’s been in the fridge all day.”

“Sure, thank you.” He smiles and I melt a little again.

“Okay, why don’t you wait here a minute while I go get some for you. Then we’ll go see the shower afterwards.”

“No problem, Lanie,” he says and I blush to my roots. I never even knew he knew my name. I turn immediately, too embarrassed to say anything, and start speedwalking into the kitchen.

I pull Lemonade from the jug in the fridge, pour out two glasses, then I grab my phone.

I type how to stop water flow in your shower, quickly. The search results don’t really help.

I find a lot of YouTube videos stating how this problem is easily fixed, but nothing about what causes it.

I scroll some more, getting a bit frustrated, then I see a small website stating it could be caused by sediment blocking the drain, but that won’t stop the water flow immediately.

I give up for now, and decide to just go out to meet him first.

I head into the living room, and he’s found a seat on the long couch. I balance the tray of lemonade holding the two glasses on my left hand.

I try to tuck my phone into the small pocket of the couch by the entrance into the living room.

At the same time, I keep one eye on him as he stares at his phone, face scrunched up in concentration.

As soon as I place the phone into the couch nearest to me, I stand fully, and I trip over the arm rest, tray flying as I let go of everything, trying to save myself.

I scream, my other leg hitting the arm rest and I fall face first into the couch. The glasses fall under me, staining the white leather and most of it gets on my clothes.

I’m super embarrassed, and I try to pick up the glasses, thankful they haven’t broken when he raises his head from his phone, noticing what’s just happened.

“Oh, shit! Sorry, dear.” He says, standing up, as he walks over to me and tries to help.

I feel so useless, I can’t even get this one thing right. How am I ever supposed to get him to fall for me when I’m this clumsy?

“I’m okay,” I say, sniffling as he places the glasses on the small table beside me. He stretches his hand, helping me up, and I cover my face with my hands for a second.

I feel shame wash over me once again as I look at him.

“Are you hurt? Does anywhere hurt?” He asks the question calmly, his eyes going over me once again as I remember how little I’ve dressed up today, and how wet this has just made my clothes.

I’m pretty sure he must have seen my lace panties while I was bent over the couch.

“No, I’m not hurt.” My voice is little more than a whisper at this point. “I’m just embarrassed.”

I sneak a glance at his face, seeing his eyebrow quirked up, like he’s amused by the whole thing.

“You sure? You seemed quite shaken just a moment ago.” His hand comes around my shoulder, and I shiver, realising that I’m super turned in right now.

A wicked idea forms in my mind, and this time I’m determined to carry it out. “Yeah, I’m sure.” I take a step back from him.

“I just need to get out of these wet clothes,” I say, and I pull my little top over my head before I lose all my courage again.

It’s so tight, it doesn’t come off easily, catching under my boob for a second before I’m finally able to yank it off.

His eyes literally bulge out of their sockets, and I almost laugh at how comical he looks, his mouth falling open as I give it a little bounce again for good measure.

My shirt drops to the floor, forgotten for the moment and he mutters a curse word under his breath. He hasn’t stopped staring, and I’m loving every second of this.

I take a breath. I would be super shy, if he wasn’t looking so mesmerised by the sight of my naked top half.

I decide to take it a step further, going all out and I start unzipping my skirt a little when he stretches his hand out to me, stopping my hands from moving any further.

I feel all my self esteem from a minute ago crumble.

“Um… I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, cupping my breasts as I try to step away from his line of sight.

“No, no,” he coughs out quickly, “I don’t mean it that way, Lanie.” His eyes blink away from my boobs for the first time, and he looks into my eyes, his expression so earnest.

“Then what do you mean?” I ask in a small voice.

“Don’t take it off. Take off your panties instead,” he says and his finger carresses my arm slightly. I gulp in a quick breath of air, dropping my arms to my hips immediately to obey him.

As a result my boobs are freed, and a smile forms on his face as they bounce of their own accord for a few seconds.

I can feel how wet I’ve gotten just from his words.

I try to slide the lace off, and when I do finally get them off, I take a look. They’re soaked, and my hands shake a little as I let them drop to the floor around my ankles.

He’s silent for a moment, and I squirm the longer he is silent, his intense gaze turning me on even further.

“Can I kiss you?” He raises his head to my eyes, and for a second he looks so shy and cute, I blush.