No Angels

.chapter four.

I jerked out of his grasp, taking a step back.

"What are you -"

With every step I took away, Ravi took a step closer to me.

"Leo, I know everything there is to know about you," he drawled, hands clasped behind his back. "But you don't know a thing about me. See, I don't like it when things don't go my way. In fact, I despise it. You should also know that I'm possessive. What's mine is only mine."

He wasn't making sense, but I didn't think it was wise for me to point that out.

"And I don't like it when you try to run away. What's wrong?"

I hit the back of my ankle on one of my dining chairs and stumbled, stopping only to catch my balance by grabbing the dining table.

"Nothing's wrong," I mumbled, laughing nervously. "I just - ah - remembered that I don't have pants on."

"I don't give a damn about the little things, Leo. I don't bite." Ravi stopped walking, studying me. "Well, not much -"

I smiled nervously up at him, interrupting him. "That's good to hear, y'know, but - my pants -"

The next thing I knew, he was kneeling in front of me, pinning both of my hands down on the floor.

"Actually....I do," he finished.

He was so close to me, our noses were barely touching.

Usually I wasn't comfortable with sharing a tiny amount of space with someone else - body heat wasn't something I think should be shared. Ravi, however, didn't seem to mind. Or emit body heat, for that matter.

His hands were cold on mine, and even his breath felt like frost.

I didn't know how to react - I wasn't used to talking to anyone. I usually kept to myself. I had no good pick up lines, or anything that could start a conversation.

"I'm ah - I'm not gay."

Ravi stared at me.

I swallowed. Was that the wrong thing to say?

"Could you let go of me? My fingers are turning blue."

Ravi sighed. He leaned away, slowly letting his hands off from mine.

I watched his eyes slowly fade back to normal, to the luminous, silver colour that had held me captive not too long ago.

"It was nice - talking to you, Ravi, but I really need to sleep, so it'd be great if you could -" I trailed off, at a loss for words.

He grinned, suddenly.

Uh-oh.

"We should sleep together, then," he announced, clapping his hands gleefully.

Oh dear God.

"I'm not gay," I repeated, thinking that he maybe hadn't heard me the first time round.

Ravi ignored me. He stood up, pulling me along when I was struggling to stand straight. He led me to my own bedroom and shut the door behind us.

I turned around when I heard the lock click.

"Uh -"

Ravi stood in front of me, languidly leaning against the door, arms folded.

There was a short pause.

"My bed can't handle - the - ah - extra weight."

Nothing.

"Or any sort of vigorous movement."

Nothing either.

"You're attractive, but I don't go around sleeping with strangers who sneak into my room," I said, finally giving up.

Ravi quirked an eyebrow at me. "I thought you said you weren't gay?"

"Eh...I'm not?"

Am I?

Ravi approached me, a gleam in his eyes. I took a step back, only to bump into my bed.

Why is this happening? Why is he trying to play Catch with me?

Once again, he was invading my personal space. Smirking, he placed a cold hand on the center of my chest and gave me a firm push.

Once my head hit the bed, my arms instinctively went up to cover my face.

"I'm not going to ravage you, you know," Ravi said from somewhere near me, and I hesitantly peeked out from between my fingers.

He was seated on the armchair again, one leg crossed over the other.

"You should sleep. It isn't good if you don't get enough sleep. Sleep is important."

He wasn't making any sense again.

"I can't sleep with someone watching me," I retorted, pulling the covers over my head.

I felt my bed dip, heard my frame creak.

The covers inched away from my face.

I clamped my eyes shut, refusing to meet his hypnotic gaze.

"What did I say about not liking it when you don't look at me?"

Out of their own accord, my eyes opened, and I stared deep into twin pools of molten silver.

"That's my boy," Ravi whispered. "Sleep, Leo."

His cold breath, as fresh as mint, washed over my face.

"Sleep."