Love, Hate and the Line

Chapter 19

*This chapter is.. slightly mature. Not all that bad, but don't read if you are not a pervy pervison like too many of us.*

I'd fallen asleep rather fast after my embarrassing exchange with Ben. My Dad came by with my brothers to give me a goodnight kiss.

"Good night, dumpling. I'm glad you chose to tell Owen what happened, we'll get those bastards all ri-"

"Wait, wha-?" I interrupted.

Owen butted in. "It's okay, I told them about the robbers and how you didn't get a face. The police has been given the information already but they said they were probably not going to come up with any leads so they shouldn't bother you too much okay?"

I looked at him stunnedly. Owen's face turned into a smiling one when he raised his voice very high and moved his wrist in a girlish manner. "Well all right giiiirl, let Owen give you a hug before you go to sleep again."

Others might be fooled by his poor display of a stereotypical gay action, but I saw right through it. "What are you doing?" I whispered while he was hugging me. "Just go with it."

He let me go and my father and the rest of my family left, while Owen stayed behind.

"Listen, I'm worried for you and I have my suspicions. Still, I could see that Ben was going to go crazy and force it out of you - and if not him, your family, so I made it up. You'll be good for now, I won't ask questions but I will watch you like a hawk when we are at school because this can never happen again. Deal?"

I smiled gratefully. "Yes. Thank you so much, O."

I knew he understood why I couldn't tell the rest. He'd been bullied for his sexuality by some dipshits at his old school and as such, he knew that looking for conflict was not the way to go. In my case, however, I couldn't do anything because of my scholarship. I'd do anything to protect it. It's my future.

He left, but just as he closed my door the sound of his footsteps halted and I heard him talking to someone with a deep voice hushedly.

"Give me fucking five minutes- No I'm not going to tell her- fuck off. What? Jesus Christ, Owen, I'm not going to hump her right there, don't worry."

I frowned, assuming I heard that last part incorrectly. Seconds later, Ben walked in. He was wearing a black shirt with short sleeves which accentuated his muscles. Below that, he had grey sweatpants on that hung slightly low. His hair was slightly tousled and there was a thin layer of sweat on his skin. His jawline looked even more defined thanks to the slight stubble on there. Overall, he looked extremely, unfairly and dangerously handsome.

I blushed when I realised I'd been staring and I dropped my eyes. "Hey, uhm, you go for a run?"

"Yeah," he answered shortly. For some reason, I felt his gaze on my face and it lowered down my body. The flimsy pajama shirt I was wearing didn't hide the contours of my upper torso at all and insecuredly, I pulled the duvet up higher.

"L-listen, you don't have to be here, you probably have a lot to do and stuff and I'm just la-"

He interrupted me, as everyone does these days. "You honestly don't know why I'm here?" He asked, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows frowned as he moved closer. I could smell a mix of his delicious cologne and his sweat. It should've grossed me out and with everyone else, it would've, but with him I actually liked the smell. He smelled all man, all mi-

Realisation dawned on me and this time, I was the one cutting myself of inwardly. "Oh, right, of course, I'm so sorry. I was supposed to be tutoring you in Physics, let me just get-"

I got out of bed and I was reaching for my books but his hand clasped my underarm and a shock ran through me due to the sudden contact. Why is this constantly happening?!

"That's not why I'm here," he said in a low voice and he closed even more distance between us.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Biology?"

"Oh my god, you're so dense." He sighed while putting his hands on both sides of my neck, effectively trapping me against the wall.

"I don't understand, I mean I thought we still had a lot of subjects in Biology to cover, the golgi apparatus, endoplasmic reticulum, DNA methyltransfera-"

I was interrupted - again. He crashed his mouth against mine, his body so close to mine that no part of me was left untouched. I'd never been kissed before, so naturally, I didn't know what to do at first. Too shocked to respond, I stood there limply for a second letting the electrical shocks that ran through my lips travel through my body. After a microsecond, though, I responded - or better said, my body responded. I brought my hands up to his neck, trying to get even closer to him, my lips moving in sync with his. His hands were on my thigh, slowly moving up and undeliberately, lifting a small part of my shirt with it. At the contact of the bare skin of my stomach with his large hands, I moaned and he took the chance to deepen the kiss which stirred even more bizarre, unrecognizable sensations in my stomach.

First kiss and already a German one. Wait, no, an Italian one, right? Damn it, what are they called again. Kiss is with a K, the K of croissant, a croissant is - ah, French! A French kiss. Tee hee, look at me going, big day for Anna! And for dinosaurs in general, obviously.

He groaned against my lips, bringing me back to reality. We were still feverishly kissing and he bit on my lip softly, which made me moan out his name, embarrassingly enough.

To my utter disappointment, he moved away.

His hand were balled in fists, and his jaw was tight with all the muscles on his torso clenched. He looked as if he was restraining himself.

"I have to go, I don't think I'll be able to.. control myself any longer." He said huskily, his hands wiping away a strand of hair on my cheek. We were both breating heavily.

He walked to the door, but before opening it, he turned his head.

"Oh, and Anna? You moaning my name? Even hotter with you awake."

A/N

Flaaarh. Blahha. I have never written chapters like these before, so bear with me please. It's probably weirdy weirdo but whatever. Fellow writers have told me you pervs like this stuff.

Love,

M