Ciel

I was too late to catch a falling Fran. When I saw her sway back and forth I sprinted towards her but before I could at least catch her she completely fell with a thud. I quickly scooped her head.

“Fran? Fran?” I called out as I lightly tapped her face. I then noticed that her skin was burning up. I put my hand against her forehead and found out that she had a fever.

What to do?

Crap.

I didn’t know what to do. I’ve never taken care of someone. I scooped her up into my arms and once her wet clothes were pressed against me I knew that I had to change her into dry clothes. As I made my way towards my room with Fran in my arms, I stopped dead in my tracks as I realized that I would have to change her clothes.

I shook my head and continued walking. This should be normal. It’s not like it’s the first time I’ve taken off a woman’s clothes.

I gently laid Fran on my bed as I started by taking off her shoes and jacket. The longer I stared at her the more hesitant I’ve become. We’re talking about my little Habanero, pure and innocent. Yet here I was taking her clothes off and I’m trying my best not to enjoy this.

She has a fever for crying out loud.

I had to at least get her something dry to wear. I snapped out of my hesitant bubble when Fran started shivering from the cold. I quickly started unbuttoning her shirts and instantly felt my face heat up when I saw her cute baby pink bra. It suited her. I stared at it a bit too long. When her shirt was completely off and I had a perfect view of her breasts and body a certain body part of mine was getting too excited.

I shook my head once more and replaced her shirt with one of my shirts. My shirt stopped right below her butt. She looked absolutely amazing in my shirt but I quickly shrugged the thought off as I continued by taking of her pants and replacing it with a pair of sweats. I even successfully fought the urge to peek at her panties.

Once Fran was in dry clothes and snuggled into the sheets of my bed I found myself not being able to look away. I even dried her beautiful red hair and ever since then I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her.

She had a heart shaped face with light freckles scattered across her cute button nose and cheeks, and plumped pink lips that I wasn’t able to forget since the first time I kissed her. Without even thinking I touched my own lips and remembered how hers felt upon mine.

I hesitantly stood up to get a bowl of ice cold water and rag to cool her fever down. I remembered my mom would do the same for me back when I was a child. Regretfully, after taking care of Fran and making sure she’s comfortable I left my room. I entered the kitchen to cook some hot steaming for my little Habanero.

It was helpful that I knew how to cook. After finishing the porridge and fetching some medicine I grabbed Fran’s bag and started digging for her cellphone because I know that her two friends are going to be looking for her soon. I had to let them know about her or else they would call the cops.

Right as I found her phone somebody decided to call. The name Angela flashed across the screen of her phone. Hesitantly I answered.

“Hello.” I greeted.

“Who are you? And what have you done to my precious Francesca?” the woman shrieked from the other side of the phone. I even had to pull the phone back a bit.

“It’s Ciel.” I said without any emotion knowing I’m going to get an earful from this woman.

“You bastard! Give Fran back or else I’ll call the police.” She threatened and I could only chuckle which only added fuel to her fire. “Don’t you dare—” I didn’t let her finished because the argument was getting pointless.

“Don’t worry. Fran got caught up in the rain and she willingly came here to my apartment that’s when she collapsed.” I explained.

“What?” I hear two people shout from the other side of the phone. “Is she okay?” the woman asked. I looked back at Fran.

“She has a fever. You guys are free to come and fetch her but you should wait at least until the rain stops. It would be bad to bring Fran back into the rain.” I told them.

They both agreed with me as I told them I would text my address. Before we said our farewell they both threatened that if anything happened to Fran they would kill me and make sure nobody finds my body.

As if I would let anyone harm my Fran.

That rainy night I didn’t get a wink of sleep. I sat in a chair beside my bed and kept checking on Fran. At the same time I couldn’t believe the woman I lusted over was in my bed and we weren’t doing anything I wanted. It didn’t help that I was so hard for her right now.

During the night Zen texted me as if nothing happened. He asked if he could come over but I told him that I was at my parent’s home rather than my apartment. I didn’t want him to come here especially that Fran is here.

Once the sun finally showed itself I decided to reheat the porridge and cook some eggs in case she wanted something solid to eat. Right as I finished cooking somebody rang the doorbell. Before going over to the door I made sure my bedroom door was sealed shut.

I looked through the peephole of my door to see my older brother, Ezra standing there in a suit. I sighed as I opened the door right as he took his own set of keys about to open the door himself.

“That’s a first. I expected you to be passed out somewhere or not at home at all.” he greeted me.

“Long time no see brother.” I told him as he entered the house.

“Where were you last night? Mom and dad were waiting for you.” he asked as he folded his arms in front of his chest awaiting my answer. I sighed as I continued my work in the kitchen and replied nonchalantly “It was raining. Got wet before I could arrive.” Lie.

My parents asked to meet with me along with Ezra but as I got change yesterday and started making my way towards our meeting place, I found myself back at Fancy Cups. I wasn’t able to think at all the whole week because my thoughts were filled by Fran only.

“That’s hard to believe.” Ezra said as he frowned. Ezra and I looked almost alike except he had a stubble and wore glasses. He worked in our family business and was about to take over and although he wanted me by his side, I didn’t get along with Ezra that much.

“What you think I was doing last night then?” I asked as I leaned against the counter in the kitchen and he stood in the middle of the room.

“Maybe you were with some woman had your fun with her. Possibly drank yourself to sleep and got into a fight somewhere.” he said.

“I may have drank but not too much. I also didn’t get into a fight,” Not since a week ago. “And I wasn’t with any woman nor have I’ve been with one for a while.” Not ever since I’ve met my Habanero. I tried hooking up with other women but somehow I could never be satisfied. It was like I have this thirst that only Fran could quench.

Ezra was obviously pissed off. He must’ve been thinking that I’ve been lying to him. His fist clenched but before he could utter another word we suddenly heard the creaking of a door opening.

Ezra and I snapped our heads towards my door and my heart started racing. Terrified that someone would find out about Fran. She came out still wearing my shirt and sweats, her red hair was tousled around. A million thoughts race through my head at the sight of her in my clothes and none of them were innocent.

She stopped dead in her tracks as she saw Ezra and I.

“Good morning.” she stuttered but she did smile.

I wouldn’t mind seeing that smile every morning.