<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Dicks/izuuuzuzuu_zps5e4b48941_zps6b1bd09c.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Izu yawned slightly as his handed glided over his body, tired eyes stealing glances of Alida's naked body every once in a while. When he looked at her, strange feelings that he had never felt before his whole life would twist and churn in his stomach, almost like he was sick or something. Izu knew that he wasn't sick though, or at least he hoped that he wasn't. The strange feelings he retained when looking over the petite girl were something akin to love, probably. The more he thought about it though, the more he assumed that it wasn't love. Izu tried to think it over as logically as possible, guessing that the new feelings he was uncovering amounted to nothing more than the young man growing used to the fact that the girl was becoming a constant in his daily life.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, Izu was slightly taken by surprise when Alida took the cloth from his hands.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"No. Alida clean Izu..."</span></span>she insisted softly. Izu furrowed his brow slightly, but offered no protest to her demand. As her hands glided over his muscles, Izu never removed his gaze from her small figure, a puzzled and slightly concerned look displayed clearly on his face. He decided to take back what he thought the feelings were, now unsure of what was happening to him. When Alida was ready to wash his hair, he bowed his head slightly to make it easier for her. Her nails felt pretty damn good on his scalp. He imagined that this was how a dog felt when someone scratched behind their ears, and he didn't mind it at all.<br/><br/>Alida fidgeted slightly under his gaze until she finally raised her head to meet his gaze with her own. She rose to her tip-toes and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, but he didn't return the kiss. He was still in heavy conflict with himself about what was changing inside him. As Izu stood under the stream of water, Alida clutched him with a devotion he had never felt before. After a few passing moments, Alida looked up to Izu once more and asked in a nervous tone,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #408000">"Izu mine?"</span></span>He cringed a bit on the inside, but not because he was in pain or was put off by her question. Izu himself just didn't know how to answer the question she asked. On one hand, he found the girl and her many annoyances to be a pleasant constant in his life now, despite only knowing her for a week or so. Then again, he couldn't really say for certain if what he felt was love, or any other feeling akin to love.<br/><br/>His lips parted, but no answer came out until moments later.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"I'm not sure. But something has changed, of that I am certain."</span></span>Izu said as he looked down into her eyes.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Fuck, just what the h-hell are you making me say?"</span></span>he asked in an embarrassed tone. It was his attempt to avoid discussing the matter further and also an attempt to bring things back to normal. She now knew that he liked her body, and he knew that she liked his. That much was a constant, so he used that to his advantage as he grabbed her ass and brought her right up against his body, her eyes locking with his own.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"So, what the actual fuck was all that about this morning, huh?"</span></span>he asked, referring to her masturbation session and her jumping his bones.