>>1594146 (You)Made nervous by Aoshi's piercing gaze, Ichigo ensured her bath towel was tightly wrapped around her modest chest. Her insecurity robbed her of her composure.
As his gaze lingered, she thought maybe he wanted to use the bath next, and she meekly told him that the bath is ready if he wanted it. He shook his head, and just continued to stare at her.
Ichigo clutched her towel, nervous, and a little apprehensive. "I'll just hurry to my room and get dressed," she thought.
But as she sped across the wooden floor, clumsily trying to pass Aoshi in the narrow hallway her wet foot gives way, taking her entire leg with it. She flails wildly, and grabs onto Aoshi out of reflex hoping to avoid a fall. After awkwardly swinging and spinning, soon she starts to fall backward, holding Aoshi by the shoulders, he tumbles after her.
As far as Ichigo knows, her heart has stopped beating. His face inches from hers. Seconds feel like hours. A chill runs across Ichigo's chest, and her heart sinks when she realizes her towel was lost in the fall.
There she lay. Completely exposed. There he was. There was no doubt in her mind that he could see everything. There was no going back.
Suddenly Aoshi leans further in, his lips approaching her's. She closes her eyes...
