Non Verbal

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Rowan let's us inside, his hand not leaving mine until he takes my coat and bag from my arms and sets them down by the little closet that they use to keep everyone's things in.

I look up at him then, reaching to touch his face, to gain his attention back on me.

"Do we really have to watch a movie?" I smile, speaking softly.

He nears again slowly which results in my back falling gently against the little wall by the front door, him hovering over me.

"Yes." Rowan replies with a now determined smile. "You need to know the importance of –"

I lift my hand to toy with the bottom of his t-shirt, my nails very gently touching his skin underneath.

This interrupts his train of thought and he quietens.

He then steps closer, pressing us together and I smirk.

He glowers at my smirk.

"Behave." He whispers.

"Why?"

"I wanna show you a cool movie." Rowan pouts and my smirk falls and I just replace it with a genuine smile, giving up.

Okay Roe.

I lean up to press a kiss very quickly to his lips and his head follows mine as I try to pull away, effectively not letting me end the kiss, instead he moves his lips just once over mine, slowly.

Hell.

I start to reciprocate when we hear voices.

He freezes.

"Rowan?" His mother calls from what I assume was the dining room. "Is that you?"

Rowan pulls away from me, looking at me with wide eyes and I laugh, I can't help it.

He shushes me desperately, my laughter and I cover my mouth with my hand. Then Mumble. "Call back Roe, or she'll come and find us."

He swallows. "Yeah mum, me."

"Come here." She calls and I hear another couple of voices now.

I look at Rowan surprised. "You said-"

He shrugs. "She's unpredictable."

I laugh and he pulls away properly, so I stand up straight and just watch him.

I wonder if he'll tell her I am here.

He looks at me. "She likes you more than me, I am in trouble already, you lead the way-"

My lips part and he smiles at my face, and I become more shocked when he gently reaches for my waist, pulls me to him, turns me around and then presses lightly on my back to get me walking in the direction of where they were.

"What did you do?" I whisper tensely.

"Missed therapy." He whispers back.

I look round at him, frowning. "Why?"

"Later." He shakes his head, dismissing. "Shit your hair." Rowan says, he laughs then, lifting his hands to my hair as we walk, trying to flatten it, I'm sure.

I just frown a little but continue walking through his house, heading to where I think his mum is.

We walk through the kitchen, then into the dining room and I pause surprised.