Milan In Love

15

Milan

I was so immersed in the kiss that I forgot about the context in which I was and the state in which he was. He didn't seem to mind, I daresay he enjoyed the kiss more than I did since his hand was about to go inside my cleavage.

"Luka!" I exclaimed out of breath. "This is not that kind of kiss." I finish removing his hand from my cleavage.

I almost wanted to laugh at the expression on his face, almost pouting and staring at my chest."You look really pretty in that dress." I smiled in response.

"How did you find out?" He asked when he finally stopped looking at my chest.

"My dad is a police Officer, some neighbor saw some strange guys enter your house and then leave with a couple of things."

He looked deep in thought after I said that. "What are you thinking?" I asked him.

"Did he tell you to come see me?" He asked sternly.

I frowned taken aback by his tone. "No? He doesn't even know we know each other." I was confused by his sudden change of mood.

"Then why did you come?" He asked, a little softer this time.

"I don't know, my dad said it was a pretty serious beating and that they found you unconscious in your house, I was scared and when they told me you were stable I came here to see how you felt." I told him a little offended by the questioning of my motives.

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, noticeably remorseful. "I'm sorry, i'm just- taking it all in."

I felt a pang in my chest."It's okay." I said, not really thinking before my hand reached out to move his hair out of his face. I don't know what it is with me constantly touching him.

He smiled with his eyes still closed and said."You do care about me."

"The same way I would care about someone that I fuck once in a while." I said jokinly.

He hummed with a smirk. "That day I was about to go to your house... You said something about me not being quiet, We can test that now."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud."I think is time to go, medicine has you delusional." I said getting up from the chair and walking towards the dolor.

"Wait, you're forgetting something." He called out.

I turned around to face him and his lips were pursed as if asking for a kiss, I giggled as I made my way to his bed, my plan was to give him a little peck but he had other plans, he caressed my cheek deepening the kiss.

"Goodbye Luka." I said when the kiss ended.

"Goodbye baby."

I couldn't help but feel like the dynamic of our relationship was changing, or at least on my part it was. I was afraid, because I knew that someone like him would not love me the way I wanted to be love.

As I headed towards the waiting room a hand touched my shoulder, who I recognized as Luka's father.

"Hey, thanks for visiting my son, after something so traumatic he's going to need his friends." He said, then cleared his throat and continued. "Tell your father that I appreciate his immense collaboration."

There was something unsettling about the way he expressed his gratitude towards my father, but with how uncomfortable his presence made me, I didn't want to think much about it.

"Sure, I'll tell my dad that... Have a good night."

...

"It's half past nine, Where were you?" my father asked me, right after entering the house.

This particular time I didn't see the need to lie. "I was visiting Luka, you know, the one from the robbery - by the way, his father said that he's grateful for your collaboration or something." I said taking off my shoes at the entrance.

I didn't hear him say anything else, so I looked up and there he was, looking into the distance. Although our communication was not the best, I knew how to identify when something was bothering him and on this occasion I had a vague idea of ​​what or who was doing it.

"are you okay?" I asked him after a long silence.

He hummed. "I don't want you getting to involve with that boy, Milan." He said walking towards the stairs, leaving just the light of the living room on. "They ain't good people."

I scoffed "No millionaire is."

"I'm being serious, I don't want to see you talking to him- not even close to him, better keep your distance."

...

"So you're going to tell me it was a robbery but they didn't go to the bedrooms and just took a couple of things?" Marlon said shaking his head. "And they gon' leave his ass alive?" He whispered.

"Maybe they realized who his father was and decided to leave with what they could." Shayla said taking part of the fries that belonged to me.

"I don't know, something doesn't add up, and in such a good neighborhood? Yeah, something fishy'." Marlon continued."what yo' dad said?" He asked me.

"He said something about me not being near him and shit." I said after chewing my food.

"You see!? Surely it was revenge for something." He exclaimed.

"Now don't get to invested, I know how you get. If it was something like that, shit gonna get dirty real soon." Shayla concluded.

It would probably be wise to listen to my father and keep my distance But when I think about it, a wave of slight sadness shakes me, I want to ignore it and listen to my more rational side but I find myself hesitating.