From Frost to Flame

Part 31- Home Stay 2

After a few minutes, the car finally pulled up in front of the grand mansion. Pete couldn't help but stare, his eyes wide as he took in the massive structure. The mansion was huge, almost like something out of a dream. It loomed before him, its white walls glowing under the moonlight, looking just like heaven itself.

The gates, automated but heavily secured, opened with a soft hum, allowing the car to pass through. As they drove further in, Pete saw the mansion from inside—each detail more impressive than the last. The expansive grounds, the towering windows, and the grand architecture left him speechless.

Vegas slowed the car as they reached the main gate, coming to a stop. Kinn and Porsche climbed out first, and Pete followed suit, reaching for his seatbelt. However, the belt was jammed—no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn't budge.

He tried again, but the frustration was building up. That's when Vegas noticed Pete struggling. Without a word, Vegas leaned over toward him, his body moving closer. Pete froze, his heart suddenly racing, as Vegas' presence filled the space between them.

Vegas was so close that Pete could smell his cologne—a rich, intoxicating scent that made his pulse spike. The proximity was overwhelming, and Pete leaned back instinctively, trying to put some distance, though it seemed to bring them even closer.

Vegas focused on the seatbelt, his hand gently working to loosen it from the side corner of the seat. But with every shift, they were inches apart, and Pete could feel Vegas' breath against his skin. His chest tightened, and he tried to steady his breathing, desperately trying to keep himself composed.

For a moment, Pete could only focus on the proximity, the way Vegas' breath brushed against his skin. He was acutely aware of every small movement, every shift, as Vegas worked on loosening the seatbelt.

But as Vegas' face hovered so near, it felt like time itself had slowed, and Pete's thoughts became a jumble. His eyes flickered down to Vegas' lips and then up to meet his gaze, only to find that Vegas was looking at him in the same way. The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a fragile, suspended moment.

Pete's breath hitched as he felt his chest tighten, his pulse thudding erratically in his veins. Vegas' eyes were locked onto his lips now, their proximity making the tension between them almost unbearable. Pete could feel the heat between them, a charged energy that hummed in the space around them.

His body seemed to betray him as he found himself leaning just slightly closer, caught in the pull of the unspoken attraction that hung in the air.

Vegas, too, seemed frozen for a moment. His gaze flickered from Pete's eyes to his lips and back again, his breath shallow. He was keenly aware of how close they were, of how his body responded to the proximity.

His pulse quickened, and his mind raced with a mix of confusion and desire. But before either of them could make a move, a familiar voice broke through the tension like a splash of cold water.

"Vegas, what are you doing?" Kinn's voice called out, his tone teasing but edged with curiosity. "Are you planning to sleep in the car tonight?"

The reality of the situation hit Vegas like a bucket of ice water. He snapped back to his senses, blinking rapidly as he realized how dangerously close he had been to crossing a line with Pete. His breath hitched, and he quickly shifted away, his hand finally freeing the seatbelt with a soft click. It wasn't just the seatbelt that had been stuck—it was the moment itself, frozen in time, now shattered by the intrusion of Kinn's playful remark.

Vegas straightened up, his eyes briefly meeting Pete's. The tension from the moment still hung in the air, but Vegas quickly turned away, trying to hide the warmth creeping up his neck. He shifted in his seat, trying to act normal.

Pete, still caught off guard by how close they had been, felt his heart racing. He opened the car door with shaky hands and stepped out, the cool night air doing little to ease the rush of emotions he was feeling. What had just happened? Why did everything feel so different all of a sudden?

Vegas took his time before getting out of the car as if giving Pete space to recover. Pete stood near the door, his mind spinning, trying to make sense of the flood of emotions swirling within him. He could still feel the weight of Vegas' presence beside him, the closeness that had left him breathless.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Vegas opened his door and stepped out, his movements slow but deliberate. The sound of his boots hitting the pavement brought Pete back to reality. Vegas walked toward the mansion, his posture relaxed, but Pete noticed the slight tension in his shoulders, as if he, too, was trying to shake off the lingering feelings.

Pete followed closely behind, his mind racing with questions, his heart still pounding in his chest. But as they walked into the mansion, the chaos of the night, the laughter, and the conversation started to drown out the intensity of the moment. Yet, deep down, Pete knew that something had shifted—something neither of them could ignore, even if they wanted to.