Broken arrows

21.

"Are you gonna let me in or are you gonna keep staring at me?" He laughed.

I quickly took a step back, allowing him in.

I couldn't take my eyes off him as I closed the door. He folded his arms across his torso, the muscles in his chest and arms rippled.

God, he definitely got taller and more muscular over the years.

"But I thought... why are you here?" I stuttered.

He put his hands through his black hair and turned his face to me. I didn't even notice the scar through his left eyebrow until now.

"Ryder?" I asked again.

He didn't answer, his glaring gaze stroked over me and just when he parted his lips to answer, there was a knock on my door.

"Are you expecting someone?" He asked as he took a step closer to the door.

What a weird night this turned into.

"Uh, yes" I said without giving him an explanation, he didn't deserve that, I thought he was dead for years and he wasn't giving any explanation for that either.

"Do you still have that knife I gave you?" He asked. I shook my head.
I mean, I still had it, but I wasn't carrying it with me.
It's been five fucking years.

He rolled his eyes. "Hey, it's not as if I can take a knife with me on a damn plane" I tried to defend myself.

"You can" he said as he lifted his shirt and grabbed a knife out of his belt. "And you will"

I looked at him as my mouth dropped. "What the.." I mumbled before he took my hand and put the knife in it.

"Ryder please, what's goin-" another knock interrupted me again.

"Keep it with you and I'll explain later" he said as his fingers brushed my arm.

I quickly put the knife away as Ryder walked to the door and opened it. Max looked up at him, clearly not expecting Ryder to stand in front of him.

He quickly took a step back to allow Ryder to walk passed him.
I was praying he wouldn't say anything to Max, don't make a snarky remark now please.

It's like he could read my mind because he didn't say a word, he just looked at Max and walked away.

"I am so happy you're here, I'm starving" I laughed, trying to make this situation less weird.

He walked inside, putting the pizza on the bed. "Who was that?" He raised his eyebrow a little.

"Just an old friend" I lied. He knew I lied because old friends don't travel all the way to Singapore.
Old friends don't look at guys who come knocking on my door like that.

Old friends don't give you a knife to defend yourself, but fortunately he didn't know that.

He dropped the subject after that. I was thankful for it because I wasn't ready to explain, I couldn't explain.

We ate the pizza and watched a movie together. I was laying on his chest, his arms were wrapped around my body.

Yesterday, I was laying like this with the other Max. But it was different today.

Verstappen wasn't in love with me, he just liked my body. But this Max, this one was actually nervous. He tried to hide it, but I could hear his heartbeat going faster and faster.

I looked up at him, a little smile on my face. "Thank you for this evening, I really enjoyed it"

"Me too" he smiled as his eyes went from my eyes to my lips and back at my eyes.

Come on, just kiss me please.

He put his hand on my cheek and moved his face closer. Was everyone reading my mind today?

He pressed his lips against mine. He was finally kissing me. I hoped he wasn't gonna regret this because I knew I wasn't.

I didn't feel butterflies, not yet but I knew something like that had to grow, right?

The kiss was soft, gentle. Exactly how I imagine kissing Max would be like.

We both smiled as we backed away from each other's lips but that didn't last long because our lips immediately found each other again.

This time it was a longer kiss, more passionate.

What an evening this turned out to be.