Chapter 20.

                                    

                                          
Chapter 20.
                          
The red satin dress designed by Prada fit snug around Isao's body. Circling around the mirror, he had to stop to pull down the hem of the dress since it kept rising above his knees. Isao was starting to feel insecure and more like a female every minute he was inside this dress. The more he felt this way, the more he knew he couldn't tell his complaints to Ren. He couldn't because even if he did, it wouldn't matter since this was something he agreed upon.
                          
"I look so stupid, Ren you've really outdone yourself this time." He mumbled to himself, running his hands over his waist wondering if this dress made him look a size too big. Speculating why he wasn't receiving a response, he looked over his shoulder noticing Ren in a daze staring blankly his way. 
                          
"What's gotten you so spaced out?" Isao teased making Ren snap out of it turning back to the issue at hand. 
'You're going with that dress?" He asked causing Isao to panic, immediately taking it off. The two of them were in a dressing room at a styling boutique close to Isao's home. Ren was the one that invited him out here so that he could try on different outfits that look proper enough for his father, but all he's done so far was complain about every single one. Isao huffed, flailing his arms around like a fish growing annoyed.
                          
"Ren, I give up, this isn't going to work, don't make me go through with this." Ren groaned, moving away from his seat sluggishly walking over to him. 
"We've already made a deal, and you look fine, here." Isao pouted, staring up at Ren like a little child until he witnessed Ren grab another dress off the racks trying to see which one better suited him.
                          
"Toko, how is he?" Isao asked changing the tone in the dressing room. 
"He's still sick, but he's a lot better than before." Ren softly responded, his brown eyes dilating the more he thought about me. Isao smiling from the worry in his voice, moved in closer beginning to speak.
                          
"To be honest, I never seen you make such an expression before. You've got soft." 
"Soft? Hah, I never heard that before." Ren joked, plopping a black dress against Isao's body forcing him to face the mirror. Isao lowered his eyes, tracing Ren's hands as they sensually grazed the corners of his neck. Exhaling, he began feeling this man's long fingers examine the outline of his collarbone like a map. It was then did he feel his face grow hot. His touch, his caress, it was a strange sensation he couldn't describe. It was a feeling that made his heart react without knowing and his mind shut off only for a second. Clearing his throat, Isao brushed it off, slipping on the dress so that he could better view it.
                          
"You're really in love with him aren't you Ren?" 
"I am, I'm madly in love with Toko." Isao felt a slight prick in his heart before sighing, turning back around grabbing him by the shoulders. 
"I'll support you, your heart is in the right place to want to be with him." Ren laughed pushing him away. 
"I never asked for your help, Toko and I will be just fine, besides, we already made plans on fixing it." Isao, unable to decipher Ren's coded words, tilted his head trying to understand what he meant. But the moment Ren covered his mouth, it was clear what he was referring to.
                          
One day ago. 
                          
I thought I was shot with a gun by the way my illness was soaring through my body. Waking up that early morning, I was met with Ren sleeping quietly beside me. To my knowledge, he was still holding me tightly without any intention of letting me go and I enjoyed it. Reached up, I giggled, playing with his nose until he opened his eyes swatting my hand away.
                          
"Babe you're up? How are you feeling?" He whispered groggily. 
"My fever lessened," I informed with a voice so dry I thought I just came from walking a mile through the Sahara Desert. 
"I'll fix you something to eat, what do you want?" He asked while pushing me on my back so that I wouldn't force myself out of bed. I knew what he was trying to do but it wasnt going to work. I did not want to be bedridden all day and be taken care of like a frail animal those weren't my intentions.