love runs out

9

pov Martin

I thought she will help me, but I also want to see her again. So that's why I'm here. But she's fcking annoying right now. It's nice of her I could stay to eat dinner with her. I did my work I want to do so it's not only a woman task bla bla bla. "Go sit on the couch, I'll be coming soon," she says kinda forcing me. Nobody's gonna tell me what to do. She turn around while i didn't moved at all. "What did I say," she sighs and push me down on a random chair. I look into her eyes and damn, I like that but hate it at the same time. She was forcing me while I hate to do what I'm told.

She finally turns around to me when she put the lasagne in the oven. She's taking off her ponytail and her hand goes through her hair. Wow, very very hot. "Where is your wound?" She asks and raises her eyebrow. "It's on my shoulder, wait lemme just," I said and take off my shirt over my head. I look up to her and catch her staring. A smile appears on my face. This would be a easy game. "Cleo, you're gasping," I say and she gives me her middle finger as respond. I smirk again and she walks away, probably getting the first aid box. She's coming back with the first aid box and she's standing in the front of me. I already said I wanted to fuck this girl right here, i will not regret it - so today a new change to get her in bed, underneath me without any clothes would be the best present.

"Again, this can hurt," she says and instead of sitting on my lap, she's sitting next to me, her face is pretty close to mine and she looks so concentrated on what she's doing right now. I feel the pain of burning hitting me, why can't I control my fcking angry issues? Wished someone cared enough to be there for me instead of the fucked up incident.

"Are you okay?" She asks and looks straight in my eyes.

"Yes I am," i lied and she's looks at me for a few more seconds before continuing her work. Probably doubting my answer. Or maybe not, that can be the truth too. Im used to people who don't give a shit about me. It wouldn't surprise if she did the same.

"It seemed you weren't," she says quietly. Almost scared for my answer.

"I'm fine," I lied with more confidence. It worked apparently and she gets up. She grabs a bandage about the first aid box and sits next to me again. My eyes only can catch her boobs, I can have closer look from them right now.

She finished put on the bandage on my shoulder. It's feels shit and horrible, now I'm not able to fuck easily. Fuck my life. She gets up and starts walking towards the kitchen, her hips who're moving left and right. Fuck, I want her now even more.

She comes back with plates and forks. I just look around, I never been in Ava's house before, now I am. Probably she don't know I am here in her living room. She comes back with the lasagne. Damn she can cook too. "It smells good," I compliments her, I barely give compliments so she should be grateful to get one. "Thanks," she smiles and sits down. We both start to eat, without saying a word to each other. What I'm supposed to say then?

"Who was that guy in the club you talked to before I jumped in? I ask her, I was curiously and I want to know the story.

"He's my ex," she stars.

"Oh, what did he do to be your ex now?" I ask her.

"Cheating,"  she says.

What the fuck? What kind of asshole thinks he better then one of the hottest girls I ever seen in the world, it's only a big loss for you mate to lose her like that.

Wait what?

What the hell is my mind thinking?

"Disgusting," I respond, after some seconds silence.

"Yeah, it is. He's cheating with me on his fiancé," she tells me.

That dude is a bigger asshole than I thought.

"Just so disrespectful for you," I say.

"Yeah, I won't mind if i fucked up his engagement," she mutters without any emotions.

I chuckle, so amazing.

She gives me a dangerous look.

"It was just funny how you said it," I quickly say. I don't want to get cancelled or anything.

"Oh okay, sorry," she chuckles immediately.

She looked quite cute.

"Tell me more about you?" I ask her and she continues chuckling.

"Allright, I came from Collendoorn. But officially I'm French. Both of my parents are french but they are separated unfortunately," she tells and there's a silence between us. "My bad," I respond. "I'm 21 years old and my job is being a nurse but you knew that already," she smiles.

I nod.

"More?" I ask.

I don't know, but I want to know more about her.

"Pff, I love painting, I like long car drives with friends, parties sometimes, but staying inside is also good for me. Watching movies the whole day on a Sunday, yeah that makes my day," she tells me.

Looks like I'm looking in a twin of myself, besides staying in on Friday night.

"And now it's your turn," she says.

I slight panic is going through my body.

"Im Martijn, 22 years old, I do something in music," I tell her.

"What, are you a singer?" She asks immediately, excited.

I shake my head and she sighs. "Writer?" She asks right after. "Nope," I respond.

"Then you should be a producer, there's no other change," she says.

"You right," I chuckle and she does too.

"More family related?" She asks.

"My parents are still together," I say. "How long?" She asks. "Almost 30 years married," i answered. "30, damn. Wished I had a relationship like that," she says. "They married in their beginning 20. I can't marry someone right now," I say. She nods, "same."

"But I really wanted to marry one day. Will be very cute," she smiles. She planned her whole future. Jeez. "You?" She asks. "Im not really into marriage," I say honest. I don't know if i should believe in it. And if I did, it should be the 'one', whenever you feel that you know it, but sadly mine 'the one' is not alive anymore. She's dead.