Frozen(44)

It wasn't a compliment and he knew it.

"Fine. I'll wear your clothes."

Darcy winked. "Thank you."

I wanted to thump him.

He was really doing me a favour by offering me clean, dry clothes to wear, but made it out like I was doing him a favour by wearing them.

"The boxers are brand new, so are the socks. The t-shirt and trousers aren't though."

My cheeks flushed red so I walked over to the bed with my head down.

'Thanks," I muttered.

"What was that?" Darcy asked, loudly.

I hated him.

"Thanks," I repeated through gritted teeth.

"I can't hear you."

Was he serious?

I set my jaw. "Thank. You."

Darcy pressed his hand against his chest and faked getting emotional.

"You don't need to thank me, Neala," he said and fanned his face. "You're so welcome."

I blinked my eyes in boredom.

"I'd punch you only I don 't wanna get moron on me hand."

Darcy continued to fan himself, then burst into a blubbering mess.

"Darcy, I'll bloody cut you if you don't stop!" I cut him off with a growl and put my back to him.

Darcy cut the act and laughed from behind me and patted my shoulder. "I'm finished, I swear. I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."

"I won't need you," I said to his back as he walked out of his room, snickering to himself.

I scowled at Darcy's now closed bedroom door, then looked down to his clothes and found myself smiling.

I forced the smile off my face and shook my head.

"You're pathetic," I muttered to myself.

I stripped out of my damp and cold clothes, folded them over and placed them on top of Darcy's dresser and then pulled on Darcy's boxer shorts and socks. They were both big on me, but they felt nice so I continued and put on Darcy's trousers, and t-shirt. I had to tie the trousers tight with the string so they wouldn't fall down, and I also had to roll them up a few times because they were pretty long. The t-shirt was my favourite. It was like a tent on me, but a warm, cuddly tent that smelled fucking amazing.

I deeply inhaled and groaned out loud.

Darcy. Smelled. Awesome.

I looked down at his t-shirt and when I realised how creepy I was being I put my hands on my face and groaned.

I was turning into some sort of Darcy fangirl and the worst part was... I liked it.

I possibly liked... Darcy... a tiny bit.

I think.

I had one thing to say to that tiny thought: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK?

"I'm so screwed," I muttered to myself.

I mutely walked out of Darcy's bedroom and headed down to the kitchen.

Darcy was over at Einstein's cage finishing of eating a tin of bins. I glanced to him, but when he turned in my direction I focused on washing my hands in the sink, and not anything, or anyone, else.

"You look good in… clothes," Darcy commented as he put the now empty tin in the bin.

I raised my eyebrow and looked to him. "I was in clothes before these... they were just wet."

Darcy gave me a get-real look. "That dress and blazer didn't cover much, what you're wearing now are proper clothes."

I inwardly smiled.

"Yeah, well... whatever."

Darcy chuckled, "Is it killing you to wear clothes that belong to me?"

No, and that's why I was annoyed.

"They'll do," was all I said.

I didn't want to lie, because I hate lying so not directly answering his question was my only option.

"What time is it?" I asked.

Darcy looked to the wall behind Einstein and said, "Half eleven."

I widened my eyes. "At night?"

Darcy nodded. "It's Christmas Eve tomorrow."

I frowned. "I don't want to miss Christmas."

Darcy tilted his head as he looked at me. "We won't, our ma's will come up here and dig us out with their bare hands before they'd let us miss a Christmas."

I laughed, and shook my head.

I wouldn't put it past either of our mother's to do something so drastic.

"So…" Darcy said.

I wanted to smile because he was rocking back and fourth on his heels as he looked at me.

"So what?" I asked.

Darcy shrugged. "So... it's late. Bedtime."

He was sending me to bed.

"You're putting me to bed?" I asked, teasing.

He shrugged. "Depends. If you walk into my bedroom freely then no, but if you run from me then yes."

My stomach flipped, my heart pounded against my chest, and between my thighs pulsed. The pulse frightened me most because I never got that sensation for Darcy... until now.

"I'm, uh, good with the storage room," I said and tried to walk by him.

Darcy clicked his tongue at me and caught me around the waist with his arms when I tried to pass him by. He pulled me back to him until my back was flush against his front. I could feel the heat of his body on mine.