Marinette groaned and her eyelashes fluttered. She froze. There were arms holding her. No, carrying her, and the person moved swiftly. Her heart thudded like a drum. Knots of panic twisted her stomach. She snuck a glance up and saw a smooth jawline, black mask, messy blond hair. A small sigh escaped her and all the stiffness relaxed from her body.
"It's just you," she said, leaning more into his chest.
"Ah, the princess is finally awake." Chat Noir tightened his grip. "Hold on."
He leapt over a gap between rooftops. She instinctively pressed closer to him. She wasn't scared of heights, but there was something different about being carried over fatal drops than being the one in control of the jumps. Not that she thought he would let her fall.
"What happened?" she tried again.
Last she remembered, she'd been shopping for material so she could finish her project tonight.
"You fainted … straight into my arms." His teeth flashed in a grin and he wiggled his eyebrows. "You know, if you wanted to get my attention, you didn't have to go to such extremes."
She rolled her eyes, but he sobered a second later.
"You have a fever, Marinette. I'm taking you home."
"But I need to—"
"Nope." He pressed one clawed finger to her lips. "What you need is to rest."
Warmth pooled on her cheeks. The blatant concern and softness in his eyes was one thing, but it was quite another when combined with the intimacy of their proximity and his touch. Sometimes this flirty kitty-cat was trouble for her heart.
He jumped onto her balcony and carefully helped her back to her feet. Her legs wobbled. She pitched into his chest, but his hands were quick to find her waist and steady her.
"Easy there," he murmured.
Her cheeks grew hotter. (Because of the fever. Not because he was giving her that soft look again.)
"I'll help you inside," he offered.
She bit her lip and nodded. He was the perfect gentleman as he helped her into her bed and asked if she needed anything else. She assured him she would be fine now. Her parents would be finished in the bakery soon and would be able to look after her.
"Then I'll leave you to rest," he said, dipping into an elaborate bow before he headed for the skylight.
He glanced over his shoulder at her.
His smile was warm and made her feel even warmer. Yes, this kitty-cat was definitely trouble for her heart.