Dumb Decisions (Resse AU)

Part 22

I'm literally writing this while being in the Hague. Like in the center. I'm sitting on a bench and someone's smoking weed. ✨culture✨

~Rob's perspective~

Have I ever done stuff I feel like I can not tell my partner? Sometimes, yes. But that is usually where it stops. I either tell them or I do not do it again.

Yet here I am, standing in front of the closet, again. My hand is resting on the handle. But the three words kept running through my words. I love you. Do I want to know who he told before? What if I ruin it? Maybe it was just his mom or maybe he found his dad? And this is very personal information...

My fingers follow the streaks of paint on the door, only to land on the handle again. Just open it. My eyes wander to the top of the door, as if they are trying to look through the solid wood, through the bewitching box, trying to read past the already read words to find new truths. My muscles tighten and the key begins to turn....

I suddenly hear a sound in the room I left. I am standing in front of the bathroom door when he opens the door, surpised at how I did not make a sound leaving the room.

"There you are!"

He is just a shadow, barely contrasting against the dark background. But I can imagine his face right now. The eyelids that make way for his pupils, allowing more light to hit his eyes. The corners of his mouth slightly rising while talking. The apples of his cheeks becoming more round. I can not bare to think about how quickly that would disappear if I told the truth.

"Yeah... I just... thirsty." absolutely. If I could roll my eyes at myself I would. What a great excuse! He would never see through that!

"I bet you are." I can barely see his smile in the dark, but I hear it clearly in his voice. How quick that smile would flee if he would hear the real reason. I hear the floorboards creek and pray he will not notice that his door is slightly open.

He grabs my hand and walks to the kitchen. Can he not feel my sweaty palms? Can he not hear my beating heart? Does he not notice how heavy I am breathing? Or does he know I was in his room? Is he putting me through this to find out if I will tell the truth? He flicks on a small light, but I still flinch at its brightness. He smiles at me.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you..."

He lets go of my hand. Does he see through my fake smile? Or does he have no clue? Is he hiding how much he really knows? Or does he really want to take care of me?

"Water from the fridge is cooler and tastes nicer." A glass that already has condense on it appears in front of me, his sweet smiling face behind it. How did I lie to that face?

"Thank you." The water does smooth out my dry throat. Water has never tasted better.

"And if you're still thirsty, I'm right here."

I choke on my water. His laugh is still a bit raspy. Butterflies flutter through my stomach as I watch him get closer.

"You're so adorable, you know that?"

A blush creeps up. I drink the entire glass in one time in an attempt to extinguish the fire burning through my body. But he touches me and it just gets hotter. The mysterious box leaves my head pretty soon after.

~Jesse's perspective~

"I'll see you..." I pull him closer and straighten out his jacket "...in two hours..." I fix his hair "..at work." I finish it off with a kiss.
His smile is priceless.