"Kiss me." He picks me up and kisses me again.
His hands on my waist, my hands in his hair and my lips all over him.
I think I don't have a crush anymore.
I think i'm in love.
We break the kiss and he looks at me, "I'm so fucked aren't I my Val?"
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TW- SUICIDE AND OBSESSION
Every evening, before I head into my room, I find a plushie beside my door with a note of apology, making my heart glow like honey.
Today, as part of my routine, I see a chocolate-colored teddy bear with a ribbon on its ear. But instead of a note, the teddy is holding a box. I race to open it, excitement tickling my chest. It's been so long since I've used a phone, and now I can finally have some contact with the real world.
As I excitedly open the box, a low voice interrupts. I look back, and there he is—Demetrius. For the last two weeks, I've completely ignored him and his attempts to apologize.
Call me stubborn.
He places his hands on my shoulders and forces me to face him.
"Valentina, please talk to me."
"I can't live without hearing your voice. Val, please." His hair is messy, and dark circles under his eyes hint at sleepless nights.
"I don't know what to say," I whisper, his face lighting up with relief as if just hearing me speak was enough.
God knows how hard it was to keep quiet for so long, but I spoke. And now, he knows.
"Thank God. Don't you know how fucking crazy I get for you?"
His icy silver eyes soften, and I feel myself starting to crumble. The way he looks at me feels like heaven, and as much as I know I shouldn't, my heart refuses to listen.
"So, what's the phone for?" I ask awkwardly, trying to defuse the tension. He places a hand on my shoulder.
"I know you haven't been able to go out, so I thought you should have some way to stay connected with the outside world."
I leap to hug him, a smile tugging at his lips as happiness bubbles in my chest.
"Tell me what's been going on in your life. You've disappeared." I laugh, and he rolls his eyes, patting my head gently.
I sit on my bed, wrapped in the duvet, while Demetrius remains standing by the door.
"You can come in, you know. I won't murder you. Yet." I urge him forward, and he finally sits at the edge of the bed.
"Less about me, more about you," he says, his voice quieter now. "Talk to me."
"I—" He cuts me off before I can continue, his brows furrowing and lips forming a frown.
"I haven't heard your voice in two weeks," he adds, his tone almost desperate. "I don't care what you talk about, but please, Val, speak."
I laugh and playfully shove him, though he hardly budges.
"Life lesson learned: don't push guys three times your size."
"Smart girl." He messes up my hair again, and I swear, if he does it one more time, I'll go full WWE on him.
