Dove
My face grew hotter and hotter the longer I looked at Bucky. My only solution was to stuff a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth in hopes it would calm down my temperature enough that it didn't feel like the room was on fire.
"I asked you a question Dove," he grinned as he rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands together. "You should answer it, little bird."
"I-" I hiccuped before looking down to his shirt. Maybe it seemed silly now that I was wearing this. What if I had read the room wrong and Bucky wasn't interested at all in spending time in bed together? Naked. Possibly.
Maybe he was tired after the hectic weeks and didn't want to exert more energy than he already had. It was dumb of me to just assume when I had been very well denying him for the past few weeks. What if I was bad last time and he didn't want to repeat it?
