Sweet but psycho

Chapter 7

I left with a smile, I couldn't hide it from my mom while eating.

"What makes you smile like that?", she asked.

"Nothing, I just got to know someone better from university. I feel like he could be a good friend."

"Good friend? Or something else?"

"Not sure yet, I barely know him."

"What's his name?"

"Too early."

"I want to know who my son is with, you know this street, we need to be careful."

"You know that I don't care about this reputation."

"But I do, and you should too."

"Maybe one day."

"Name?"

"Mort."

"Bit more?"

"Don't know, sorry.", I went to my room.

I knew exactly what she would think if I told her, this neighbourhood is filled with prejudices and stereotypes, if you're just a bit different they keep an eye on you forever. I can't bring any guys home when I don't present their entire life first or watch out for the neighbours.

That's why I needed to be careful with him, not only because he could be dangerous but also because of the people in this street.

Despite all the worries about him, I brought him his homework the following day.

"Mort?", I entered the lobby.

"I see my plan worked out.", he called from the gallery like some sort of lord, waiting for his butler.

"You mean the plan to forget your work on purpose, so I bring it over?"

"You're not as dumb as I thought.", he walked down, taking the paper out of my hand.

"Charming as always."

"Whisky?"

"Of course.", I followed him to the living room, sitting in one of the huge velvet chairs.

I enjoyed the silence and the warmth of the fire, looking at his book collection, when I noticed an old gramophone in the corner.

"You like music?", I asked still looking at the vintage device.

"Hm? Yeah."

"What do you listen to?"

"Classic, Jazz, swing, the real music before computers took over and all the talent vanished."

"At this point, I agree with you. Can you dance, too?"

"Of course."

"Prove it."

"Let me.", he stood up and reached out his hand.

He started the song and immediately took the lead. He swirled around me, dancing what looked like a tango. His hands around my neck, he wrapped one leg around me, without thinking I grabbed him when he let himself fall back. I pulled him back up and he placed his forehead on mine, I could feel his breath on my face. The next second he was gone spinning me around with him, he was like a flame. He danced with the same passion he had when he led his birds. He grabbed my hand and wrapped my arm around him, leaning his back against my chest, his hand on my cheek. He made one last spin before he pushed me back on the chair when the song ended.

"Believe you.", I said out of breath, but he just smiled.

"You should know.", he leaned over me, his hands on the arm rests. "You may can take me out of Argentina, but you can't take Argentina out of me.", he whispered with his low voice, soft like a purring wild cat. I felt goosebumps all over my body.

"You're a Latino?"

"Problem?", he whispered in my ear.

I couldn't hold back and without thinking I grabbed his face and pressed my lips on his.

I could feel his shock, but he didn't pull back either.

After a few seconds I let go and met his huge black eyes, blinking for the first time.

"Sorry, I....I should leave.", I stood up.

"Erm......yes, maybe it would be better.", he stuttered, speechless and trying to process what just happened.

Without looking back, I rushed back home.