My badboy boyfriend [PabStell]

05

After setting my bag down on the sofa, I swept my arms around the room, trying hard to control my breathing as I entered.

Stell rushed to the balcony door, throwing it open. Relief washed over him; finally, I could breathe. 

I took a deep breath, then opened the windows, one by one. Once all the windows were open, I went to the kitchen, opening cabinets until I found a trash bag and some gloves in the back of one.

I carefully carried the trash bag into his room, rolled up my sleeves to my elbows, and put on the gloves before starting to clean. He watched me from his bed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

I began by clearing the cigarette butts from his desk.  His gaze made me uneasy, so I tried to make conversation, asking the obvious. "I didn't know you smoked."

Stell wanted to facepalm. He wouldn't know; since he only knew him as a troublemaker, his conscience chided.

"Occasionally," he replied casually.

"But you don't smell like it," I pointed out.

"I always get rid of the smell, especially when I'm around you," he said.

Silence fell again; I couldn't think of anything else to say. so I just kept quiet again and so did he.

I continued cleaning, gathering scattered liquor bottles and placing them in the trash bag.  I didn't notice a broken bottle until I cut my forefinger. I winced, removing my gloves to examine the wound.

He rushed to my side, concern etched on his face. "What happened?"

"I cut my finger," I said, trying to laugh it off.  He clicked his tongue, pulling me to my feet.  He took the trash bag and bottles from me, setting them down before seating me on the bed.  Kneeling, he examined my wound.  "Pablo, I'm fine, it just needs a Band-Aid," I reassured him, but stopped short, my eyes widening as he began to suck on my finger.

I quickly covered my face with a hand, unable to bear the blush rising on my cheeks. He released my finger after a moment. I jumped up and ran to the balcony, inhaling deeply to calm my racing heart.  My hand flew to my chest; I could still feel the frantic pounding.

He started to approach me, but I stopped him. "Please, give me some space. I need some time alone," I pleaded. I heard him sigh before he nodded in agreement.  "I'm going to take a bath. Take all the time you need, Stell. But call me if you need anything, okay?"

I nodded, then heard the door open and close.  Once I was sure he was gone, my knees gave way, and I collapsed to the floor, whispering words only I could hear.

"i'm doomed, i think i like him ....."