Fifteen : Beneath The Makeup
I can see my reflection in his eyes.
Pretty wide eyes are lined with thick long sooty lashes, smooth unblemished skin, flushed soft cheeks, and full pink pouty lips.
Youthful looking, fairly cute, and slightly exotic looking.
The real me.
The me who resembles an 18 year old high school student who can’t purchase alcohol without getting imprisoned for underage drinking.
The me who has somehow forgotten what I really look like after concealing my face for so long.
I felt highly uncomfortable being uncovered, revealed, exposed to him in such a way. Everything about me was being bared for him to pick at and examine just like I did with the many specimens that I had analyzed in the past.
My breath seems to be stuck in my throat, palms sweaty from nervousness and embarrassment from his unwavering ogling.
I know I’m not that crazy looking without my makeup but did he have to look so astonished?
Eros looked slightly stunned for a moment, losing his cool lazy facial expression before slowly recovering his previous countenance. The slight quirk at the corner of his lips seemed to lift a little higher in a fairly laid back way with a hint of approval or appeasement, I couldn’t tell.
Even his expressions seemed to make his face light up in a rather handsome and godly way.
The minutes seemed to add up as he continued to stare almost unblinkingly at my face to the point where I could feel my face heat up in response.
Eros cleared his throat.
My cheek twitched, “Are you done staring?”
He cleared his throat a second time before diverting his gaze onto my chest. I unconsciously crossed my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes at him.
“I’ll go get you some dry clothes,” he suddenly spoke out, turning swiftly and disappearing into the walk in closet.
I shuffled slightly from one foot to the other. My thoughts seem to be all jumbled up now and I couldn’t get my eyes to stay open anymore.
Almost two minutes later, Eros came back and handed me a white t-shirt that obviously belonged to him.
I glanced at him to note that he went back to his previous position, back leaning against the bathroom door and staring at me once again.
“I need to change,” I state, my tone almost deadpan as I narrow my eyes at his lazy posture against the door.
“Go ahead,” he says with a slight amused quirk of his lips and slight wave of his hands for me to continue. His eyes glinted in a rather teasing yet dangerous way and somehow he seemed to have lost that stony cold Alpha appearance that he keeps in front of everyone.
I’ve never seen anyone with such thick skin before. He obviously knew that I was insinuating for him to leave but here he was, playing dumb with me.
I cleared my throat as if to clear the awkwardly heated atmosphere that his gaze seemed to have caused.
“I’m not going to change unless you leave,” I finally state, glaring at him with a purse of my lips.
"Sooner than later you will forget your modest human tendencies, mate,” he replied with a click of his tongue.
He seemed to back off but not before giving me a once over with his eyes and closing the door on his way out.
I finally let go of the breath that I was holding, deflating like a balloon when I hear the click of the door closing.
I really wouldn’t have known what to do if he kept insisting on standing there instead of backing off. My mind can’t wrap around the idea of standing naked in front of him for him to inspect me from the inside out.
I shiver involuntarily before quickly unzipping the floral dress and kicking it off.
The undergarments underneath were also soaking wet, cold and dripping with water down my skin. I clenched my jaw before deciding to forgo the bra and undies. Which, at the time, I didn’t realize was a really bad idea.
Standing naked in front of the mirror, I inspected all of the bloody scrapes and cuts that had somewhat closed from my torturous run through the forest earlier.
Some were far worse than others but nothing that wouldn’t heal over soon. I never mentioned this before, but apparently, nothing has been able to mar my skin. Even if I cut my stomach open, my wound would heal over to reveal unblemished skin as if I never received an injury of that extent.
I suppose that’s one of the nicer perks to having this non-ageing ability. My skin can’t scar and seemed to be far more resilient than that of the average human. I just hope that I am as resilient and quick healing on the inside as I am on the outside or that would be a really bad combination. I’ve never tested the theory with a physical at the doctors office for a lot of reasons that I have listed before.
I hesitated before finally bowing down to instinct and ended up sniffing the white t-shirt. His scent seemed to have transferred to the fabric and it smelled nicer than what I thought it would smell like. Rain in a green forest, electric lightning, and the scent of musk that clearly defined some sort of masculinity that only belonged to him. There was still a hint of that clean laundry detergent smell but his scent seemed to overpower that.
I don’t know why but I felt as if he had worn this on before handing it to me. That or he rubbed it all over himself. I almost laughed out loud at the strange idea of that.
I quickly donned the comfortable white t-shirt and glanced at my reflection before frowning. The t-shirt reached a little further past mid thigh and covered most essentials from view.
Unfortunately, since I’m not wearing a bra, my nipples were showing through the shirt. You can’t really see see it, but it still bothered me. The hint of peach pinkish color was showing through the shirt and if I stood straight you can definitely see the points. I grunted in disappointment.
If I was at home by myself this wouldn’t be a problem but when I’m stuck in the same room with Eros, it seemed as if I was purposefully exposing myself in hopes of... you know.
It’s just nipples.
People see nipples all the time. You see them all the time when women breast feed their children, even in commercials now-a-days, and singers with their nipple embellishments.
Probably nothing that he hasn’t seen before.
I breathed out a sigh after encouraging myself several times in my head.
Come on, Emi. You’re 30 years old, act like it!
Checking myself in the mirror again just to make sure, I slowly opened the door and peeked my head out to look into the room.
The lighting had been dimmed down and I felt my heart skip at beat when my eyes caught Eros’ eyes.
Eros was already laying in the big bed, reading some documentation in his hands. His shirt is still missing but the black sheets covered a part of his abdomen from view at least.
I slowly stepped out of the backroom and closed the door softly. My back was hunched over like the hunchback of Notre Dame to make sure my nipples didn’t catch Eros' eyes.
I didn’t want to unintentionally flash him or seduce him into committing any sin with me.
My fingers grabbed the white fabric at the front and lifted it upwards slightly to remove it from my chest so that it doesn’t catch the form of my boobs.
I can imagine how ridiculous I must look right now.