amoureux garçon

Chapter Four: Me Before You

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You tend to forget that, just like I, only to realize a bit later: it's not real, it's all an act. You tend to sympathise, to exonerate their romantic interest for my redeeming acts; only to realize later on: he/she didn't deserve any leniency at all.

We had been there before, me staring into his eyes, his pretty-feminine eyes, with his fingers slowly making their way to intertwine with mine. Don't get me wrong all I was ever meant to do was walk him home—not lay on his bedroom floor—just in case he'd faint but I was the one that was about to faint in his arms.
We tried to learn a few basketball techniques and I pretty much failed at most of them and I guess me falling, in the literal sense, wasn't that bad after all.
This time he was right on top of me, with both his knees at the side of my thighs, I panted tired from bouncing the basket ball around all day, just to learn some tricks I would have probably not used in the near thirty years from then on.

He looked at me with the same eyes that lacked of emotions and before his lips could come apart I wrapped both my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. Chest rising and falling, I still could hardly breathe, fingers shaking their way to each other at the back of his neck and when they finally find their way to each other, locking close, I sighed.

After moments of silence tears were falling from my eyes, they fell at the side of my face. It was pathetic feeling that way. Screwing my eyes shut. It was ridiculous because it was anyone but the one I really wanted to have in front of me.

He gently pulled away from my embrace, one quick glance in his empty eyes and in a matter of seconds his lips were pressed against mine, his eyes shut tight. His lips soft and warm at the touch to mine and I almost immediately started to gravitate at his taste in my mouth. The damage was already done. It would have been nearly impossible to forget Pierre's taste on my tongue.

He stole my first kiss and they're known to be unforgettable but it wasn't a mistake or a what's so called damage after all, the feeling was pleasant till the point the thumping of my heart right against my ribs didn't bother me as much as it did and I didn't even bother trying to hide it.

Our lips came apart and we both tried to catch our breaths but his lips didn't seem to have gotten enough of me and instead he wondered around my body, from the side of my lips to my neck, it felt like electricity was flowing through me and whatever sensation he caused in me felt abnormal.
His hand wrapped around my arm, he pulled me closer, my skin felt tight as he sank his fingertips. Back arching, chests crushing at the apex of breaking bones.

Was he able to turn me into a different person? He had the power to flush out all my thoughts and from then on it was harder for me to think about anything else, except what was happening at the moment except from who was in the moment. Me and him. Mercedes and Pierre.

In his big room, colour coordinated from black to the lightest shades of grey and white, enormous windows covered by plain grey curtains and his room was tinted with the crimson-dusk like colour. The weather was getting warmer yet his room darker.
He slid his fingers down my sides, to my hips then he placed his hand behind my thigh and raised my leg pulling me forward against him, I gave him a eye-widened look with furrowed eyebrows.

The annoying sharp tingling on that spot and in my fingers wouldn't go away no matter how hard I tried to clutch my hand into a fist or feebly shake my leg without Pierre noticing. It was slowly building up, creeping up like it always did—at first in a wolf in sheep's clothing of no worries then it'll attack for what it really was. His hands wrapped around my thigh and I whimpered, my breath got caught in my throat.

"P-Pierre." A brittle whisper, another gasp as I squirmed involuntarily under his touch.
"Pierre, my leg, my le— please let go."

My thoughts were everywhere, I couldn't think straight, a smile on my face yet my eyes were seconds away from turning me into a sobbing mess. I was hyperventilating, right underneath his gaze.