Eighteen Again: The CEO's Wife Was A Delinquent

The shirt that Aira was holding out to Damien had an 'I Don't Tell Pizza Jokes 'Cuz They're Too Cheesy' slogan print on it. 

Not looking amused, she threw it at his face, which earned a laugh from him. It was one of his favorite sleep shirts because it was soft and cozy to wear. Although she reacted like this, he knew she secretly loved his 'cheesy' jokes. Her giggles as he folded the shirt back up revealed that much to him.

"It's just a sleep shirt, Aira. I don't even think my father knows I own it..." he said before a mischievous thought entered his head.

"Maybe I'll secretly wear it to one of our dates. I'll make sure everyone sees me holding your hand as we parade around, hmm?"

"You wouldn't..." she taunted, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I swear, Damien-"

"Oh, I think we both know I would."

"I wouldn't hold your hand if you wore that. People will be looking."

"Now, now. You wouldn't leave your boyfriend's hand free to the elements for a whole day, would you?" 

Pleading, Damien pulls out his so-called kitten eyes. Aira huffs and pouts. 

"Tell you what. You wear that shirt tonight, and I will never wear it in public."

"I-I'd really rather not."

She groans, her nose scrunching up. Too cute, he thinks.

"Fine. I'll work it into our date outfit, then - for all the world to see, especially you. Do you want a matching one?" Damien teased further.

"Ugh, just give me the damn shirt," Aira huffed, looking away, too defeated for such a simple thing.

He didn't know if he could grin any bigger. Handing her the shirt back, he then took the ones in her lap before standing up, noting, not for the first time, just how cute she was when she was pouting.

"Let me know when you're done, okay?" he asked, making his way back to the bathroom.

Aira grunted in reply while Damien simply grinned.

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Damien wasn't prepared for what greeted him once he went out. 

In all 'five feet' of her wondrous glory, his girlfriend was standing by his bed, draped in his favorite shirt. The hem of the shirt was almost halfway down her thighs. It looked more like a dress on her than an actual shirt. 

To make matters worse, she was running a brush through her hair - a scrunchie dangling from her lips. She was the absolute picture of beauty at that moment. Her hair catches the light in just the right way to make his skin tingle. 

The way her scrunchie called attention to her very kissable lips. The length of the shirt showing so many more inches of skin than he was used to. The way his shirt rose slightly to expose even more skin with each stroke of the brush in her hair.

Right then, Aira reminds Damien of the moon – 

Though the sun suits her personality better, he decides. 

The irresistible lure of her shining beauty drew him in. Her skin gleamed, almost creating a glow around her in the dim room. It was almost too much – 'almost' because he had only ever dreamed of this sight. 

If he wanted to experience it, he knew he had to power to for both of their sakes. The glaring pun printed across her chest drew his eyes in, and he had to stop himself from ogling her - no matter how beautiful she was or how good puns looked on her.

Damien had to pause to take a couple of deep breaths before approaching Aira.

"Hey," she said as she removed the scrunchie from her mouth to tie her hair up into a bun.

"Hey," he responded, eyes glued to the motion of her hands in her hair.

"You're staring." 

Letting the bun plop down on her head, she then tilts her head with a smirk. His eyes trailed down from her hair to her eyes. He noted for the thousandth time that they could rival the stars with their brilliance.

"Only because you're pretty," he whispered reverently.

She laughs quietly at his comment. Bringing her eyes down to his hand, she then takes it in hers.

"Thank you. And thanks for letting me borrow a shirt," she said, smiling. 

His gaze darted down to where she had placed a second hand on his and was gently rubbing circles into it. That's when he realized something. Behind their joined hands, he could see the hem of the shirt. There was nothing poking out from beneath it. 

Damien felt his heart leap into his throat when the thought occurred to him. Aira is not wearing anything under it. 

'Maybe an underwear?' 

Now was not a good time to think about her underwear.

As if she could hear his thoughts, she laughed louder than he would have liked for the current situation. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she then moved to lift it. He stilled in surprise then quickly covered his eyes with his hands before she could pull it all the way up to her belly button.

Aira started laughing even harder. Damien's head was spinning. 

There's no way his girlfriend just tried to so forwardly show him her underwear. That wasn't like her at all. The way she was laughing wasn't helping, either.

"Airaaa! don't do thisss!" Damien whined, eyes still covered.

"Relax, dumbass…" Aira choked out in between laughter. 

"I'm wearing my shorts. They're just very short." 

Her laughter was finally calming down a little bit. Still, he was too scared to uncover his eyes. He trusted her but didn't want to see the smug look on her face when she saw how hard he was blushing.

Aira snorted, taking his hands off his eyes for him no matter how hard he resisted.  To Damien's relief, he kept his eyes screwed tightly shut, and he was saved.

She eventually gave an all-too dramatic sigh before she walked in the direction of the couch. He decided to open one eye and look over just as she sat down on the couch and started scrolling through the listed movies. 

Relieved, Damien finally let himself calm down before grabbing a blanket and joining her on the couch. Aira looked up at him and smiled, but he refused to fully meet what he could only assume was a teasing gaze.

"What now, you sneak?"