Chapter 122
Nolan
I don't know what to do with this.
Seriously.
I don't know.
Half the time I'm a stumbling, mumbling fool because Ciel is… attracted to me.
To me.
I have no idea how to function when he's looking at me like that.
Like my chest is something worth staring at.
Like my sweatpants are committing crimes.
Like he's imagining things... dirty things,and biting his lower lip over it.
I've never experienced this Ciel.I've seen him treat Jack this way, shamelessly flirting, clinging, teasing — and I used to be jealous. I thought Jack was special in some way I could never be.
Now I understand why they always acted like hormonal rabbits.
Because apparently…
Ciel is a hormonal rabbit.
I pretend to be busy washing dishes, vigorously scrubbing a plate that's already spotless, when hands suddenly wrap around my waist from behind.
"Ciel," I say, trying to sound stern, but it comes out breathless.
His hands slide under my shirt.
To my chest.
