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He leaned back against the wall, tilted his head up, and grinned so I could see the red blood leaking from his nostrils to his teeth. "Why did you try to stop me?"

"Because you're an idiot," I said, grabbing every tissue I could find and pressing it to his nose, "You're drunk and you can't fight like that."

I approached him and he turned his head from side to side a few times as I blew his nose, but he didn't run away from me, "I'd kick that asshole anyway."

"I know you can, Matt," I reassured, "But you don't have to. Do you want to show up to the game tomorrow with a broken nose?"

Before I knew it, his large palm quickly settled on my back, moving to my waist and giving me a bloody grin as he pulled me in so our lower bodies were completely pressed together, "You can't say I didn't do a good job being alone with you, though. It was worth it."

I don't know if it was from the drink or his words, my cheeks were burning. The bloody napkin hit the white floor. I was semi-conscious as my arms quickly wrapped around his neck, just like his girlfriend did. I felt a fierce urge to press my mouth to his. But Matt turned his head to the left, away from me, and chuckled, "You don't want to taste my blood."

"I want it," I said slowly, "I want everything about you."

A strange expression appeared on his face as his head slowly turned towards me. Wild but also serene. I don't know why, he took a short breath as his two palms slowly wrapped around my back. What did I just tell him? "Damn, I want to kiss you so bad," he muttered as Matt's dark eyes locked with mine in a secluded bar restroom.

"Camilla..." I murmured as I moved hypnotically closer to him, "I, we..."

"Shut your mouth." Matt leaned down against my lips, "I'm going to break up with her."

I froze. The spells vibrating down my spine also caused my knees to give out, making it difficult to carry me. Were we both too drunk? What was going on? There was no time to think. Just as he came towards me, I slowly pressed myself against him and dragged my tongue towards the thin layer of blood oozing from the corner of his lips, something I had never planned to do.

A short moan escaped Matt's bloody mouth. I felt his arms tighten around my body, pulling me into his chest, his eyes closing tightly. I pulled my tongue from his chin and crashed my lips onto it once. I took a step back. 

Matt opened his eyes and looked at me closely and what I saw there was a look I had never seen before. He moved his lips as if he was about to say something, "I... I'm jealous... When I see you with that girl..." When he let out a strangled breath, I placed my lips on his mouth once again. His tongue entered my mouth so fast it almost took my breath away.

I didn't care about the steely copper taste that flowed onto my lips. His blood. Our tongues clashed violently together. Even our teeth. Matt lifted me up and I felt my feet lift off the ground, spinning me around and slamming my back against the wall. I was drowning. Our lips parted in a thin layer of saliva and blood, my neck arched into the air, and our pants-straining erections crashed together as Matt buried his mouth there. "I wanted to fuck you so bad last night," he whispered as he placed wet kisses on my skin, "I want you, just the way you are, just you..."

Damn, I hugged his shoulders. He released my neck and moved up to my lips again. His hand moved over my pants towards my cock as I tasted something wilder than I'd ever tasted before. He gently rubbed, caressed, and began to knead rhythmically as the kiss grew wilder. My legs were shaking. I leaned my head against the wall, our foreheads leaned against each other, our eyes collided, and while his hand unbuttoned my pants, he very slowly left a few kisses on my lips and chin.

Suddenly, we were both pulled away from each other by a vibration coming from my pants. My phone was ringing. Not now, what the hell... 

I was so embarrassed, and with a few cheesy apologies, I took it out of my pocket to look at the screen. As Matt leaned against the wall in front of me, I frowned when I saw who the caller was. "I need to answer this," I whispered softly, "My sister is calling."

Matt swallowed hard and nodded breathlessly.

"What's wrong, Sam?"

A loud car sound was coming from the phone. A dull buzz. "Brother, I am Sam."

"I know your number, Sam." I quickly rolled my eyes, "Why did you call?"

"Brother, I'm in New York."

"What?" I couldn't hold it back and screamed loudly, "Wait, how did you get there?"

"I hitchhiked."

"Oh God, Sam..." I closed my eyes, held my nose, and groaned as I pressed my back against the wall, "Explain how a seventeen-year-old girl hitchhiked and got to New York safely."

"That's not the point!" Sam immediately asked, "Where are you, I need a place to stay!"  

"Sam, I'm in Georgetown!" I suddenly shouted violently, "I can't come there, I don't have a car and we have a very important match tomorrow!"

"Are you leaving your sister on the street?" Sam hissed profanely, "What if something happens to me here? You want me to sleep in the park? All that drug dealers and..."

"Okay, for God's sake, shut up!" Placing a hand on my chest, I growled, "Don't go anywhere and give me your location, and I'll try to get there as fast as I can."

I hung up the phone and put my hands in my pockets and looked at the ground as Matt gave me a strange look, "I guess I won't be able to play in the game tomorrow..."

"I'll take you there."

I lifted my head so fast I almost broke my neck. "Wait," I squealed, "Can you take me? But you don't have a car, and if you don't show up to the game tomorrow, coach you..."

"Fuck it." A small smile appeared on Matt's face as he shook his shoulders, "That's your sister, boy. I'm definitely coming with you."

***

When we got out the fight was over. Luckily, the team players made it easy for us by stuffing their faces with clean shirts and napkins, and Matt and I hurried back to the hotel without saying anything to anyone. We took our belongings and about half an hour later we were there, at a bus terminal.

"I can't believe this is happening," I grumbled as I sat down next to him, I couldn't believe he even gave me the window seat, "Shouldn't we have told the coach, or at least someone on the team, that we can't play in the game tomorrow?" I was worried. In fact, I didn't even know why he was willing to risk his future and career in the team and come after me.

I froze as Matt's warm palm settled on my hand on the couch. There was an understanding, soft expression in his eyes. "Forget them," he leaned into my ear, ignoring the passengers, "We need to save your sister, Ben. You know what New York means to a seventeen-year-old girl. She probably followed you to chase her dreams. Before anything happened, we need to catch her."

Emboldened by his little gesture, I intertwined my fingers with his, "Thank you, but that doesn't mean much, Matt. I can't send her back home if she insists on staying here. Sam's a stubborn girl, and she's bound to find a job as a waiter or something in New York. It's impossible to find a house her."

"It's difficult, but not impossible," he countered, "She can stay with us."

I asked breathlessly as my eyes widened, "Wait, you're saying you're going to welcome her into your home? You've already done enough for me and I have no right to ask you for this."

"You don't want it," he laughed, "I offer."

I rested my head on one of Matt's broad shoulders, in disbelief at his character development in such a short period of time. My sister might be in trouble, we might be in trouble too since neither of us can play in tomorrow's game, and Matt was sitting next to me with a funny bump on his nose, but the world was still so indifferent and sweet. Life was beautiful here, resting on his shoulders. 

I felt like we could drown in a sea of endless possibilities because he was still someone's boyfriend. But here he was, Matt was with me at last.

His hand around mine was so warm.