Brutal Love

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: This chapter contains a very short but explicit smut scene. 

Elias holds a rag and wipes up the dried blood around my nose. I glance down at the rag and notice my makeup getting wiped off too, to which I grab the rag and do it myself.

"I'm sorry again." He says.
We're sitting on the window sill facing each other.
He's wearing a tight dark blue T-shirt that clings to his fit body. His cologne is intense but not too overpowering.

"Givenchy?" I ask.

"What?" He says.

"Your cologne."

"Oh! You're right. It's Givenchy Gentleman." His voice drops deeper when he finishes the sentence.

"Nice."

"Does it feel any better?" He asks, seeming more concerned with that than his cologne.

"Yes, it does," I answer. "Can I ask you something?"

"Ask." He says, setting down the rag and looking me in my eyes instead of fixating on the cut.

"What's your accent? Where is it from?"

"Oh haha, I'm German."

"German? Oh- -ew!"

He laughs.

"I hate Germans!" I say. In all reality I truly find Germans to be weird as hell." I say.

"What? Ouch!" He says.

"Sorry, but- not sorry. I had a terrible experience with a group of Germans and a game of German monopoly." I smile guiltily.

"If it makes you feel better I'm not super fond of them anyway."

"Why's that?"

"I don't exactly fit in." He sips his corona with lime.

"He says- -sipping a beer." I say laughing, the irony being Germans live for beer. "Come on, I have never seen anyone who drinks more beer than Germans."

"Okay, okay fair." He laughs.

"Tell me what your name is." He orders.

The way he's sitting and the way his body looks has me tied up in knots.
"Aya," I say quietly.

"Aya? That's pretty. What's it short for?" He asks.

"Ayaulim," I say.

"Interesting, where are you from?"

"Im half Central Asian half American, and it's a Central Asian name."

"Oh wow, interesting."

"I know, I don't look Asian."

"No, you do. A little bit."
He says in a sleepy voice. He stands up and steps in between my legs while I'm sitting on the window sill. He moves my hair out of the way and I am impatiently aware that I broke out yesterday and have some blemishes around my left eyebrow. Which is a testament to how much of a perfectionist I am. Is he trying to get with me? Is that the only reason he's talking to me? What's happening? Oh- -i didn't think he was that kind of guy.

"In your eyes, a little bit." He says under his breath. "I can see it. They're blue but angled in such a way- -you look like a deer."
My heart starts beating out of my chest and I can feel his alcohol breath as it hits my forehead.
He's so tall his body could engulf mine. But he's so slim fit it's annoying how hot he is.

"A- a deer?" I stutter.

His face softens.
"Ayaulim-"

"Don't call me that!"