Rage

♠TWENTY EIGHT♠

•Raquel De silva•

I stood barefoot in the middle of Sal’s room, drenched and shivering. My heels were long gone. I’d abandoned them the second they started stabbing into my soaked feet. Wet shoes and balance don’t mix, especially not when you're trying to figure out a boy like Salvatore Camara.

I continued to look around Sals room, i needed to know more about the boy who acted soo carefree.

I spotted his sketchbook, there was something, something soo distinctive about his sketches. I was in a weird way drawn to them.

After few minutes Sal walks in with his hair scattered, pointing into different angles, a towel on his shoulder, a shirtless chest and another towel in his hands.

"Here, dry up" he states giving me the towel, i snap my eyes aways from his mouth watering six pack and focus on the towel.

"Thank you" i stated, putting the towel over my shoulder.

Me and Sal had a list of conversations we needed to talk about, like what we are now. I held my tongue because if any of us is going to break whatever we have now, its not going to be.

I needed to change even, this dress was crushing my bones, i could swear that any minutes from now ill be out of oxygen.

"I need to—"

"Change" he completed, staring at me.

One of the things i admired about Sal is him always picking up the change of environment and being extra observant.

He stood up and walked into the closet, after a while he came out with a big white shirt and and blue shorts.

I folded my arms, "i have clothes you know" i stated.

"There's no way you think im letting you waste an expensive silk night dress in my brothers house" he stated like it was obvious.

I stared at him for a while confused.

He sighed "those are for my eyes only" he stated

"You need to be studied" i said, grabbing the clothes out of his hands.

"Besides, remember the whole inlove thing?" He asked "well sharing clothes is a couple thing" he added.

"Not if you're wearing your partners teenage years clothes" i stated "Thats says alot far from rich coming from a billionaire" i added.

"Oh whatever, i just think you look hot in them" he states turning around, allowing me to change.

I unzip the dress. "Salvatore Camara, do you have a weird kink of me in your clothes?" I state.

"And where did this boldness come from?" he asks folding his arms.

"I dont hear you deny it?" I state, pulling the shirt over my head.

"Yet i'm the firt" he attempt to turns
his head.

"Dont you dear, turn around, or ill plug those eyes out with my acrylics"

"Ofcourse you would, i think i like the feisty side more, Raquel" Sal says, rubbing his chin

"Still not denying it" i state.