Unexpected Stupid Feelings(Erick Brian Colon/CNCO) [✔️]

Chapter 39

Song of the chapter : no me digas que no by Enrique Iglesias

Sammy's POV

"Did it feel anything like the the way you imagined it would feel...?" , was the only thing I could manage to whisper to Yoandri, when he pulled away as if stung by me.

"Hermosa..." He looked at me, but didn't have time to finish his sentence, for Mitchell sneaked up behind him, cutting him off.

"Fucking metiche..." *nosy* I heard him mutter softly.

"Yoyo, yolito, yolata, chico, you won't believe this but, Leslie Grace wants you! " Mitchell beamed, his chubby cheeks even seemed to bounce lightly.

We both gave him the, tf-do-you-mean? look.

"Oh I meant she wants to mingle with chu! " Mitchell winked.

"Mingle as in...?" Yoandri raised an eyebrow.

"Holy shit, do I have to spell it out, she wants to have a "charla" with you!....whatever that means in Spanish." Mitchell explained in an undertone.

"We were kinda in the middle of something, so  if you could please give us a moment." Yoandri cleared his throat.

"No that's ok, you can go." I said uncomfortably.

"Ok? No, that's anything but ok. I would never ditch you just like that, we're not quite done here." Yoandri responded, in an authoritative tone.

Mitchell sighed in desperation, " Just so you know, Leslie isn't gonna wait forever, and if you're willing to throw away your one shot at working with her, then—" 

"Mitchell, the lady and I are not done speaking, so if you could please get your ass out of here, I'd really appreciate it. "  Yoandri said in the politest of tones.

"Fine then, screw you." Mitchell huffed, before walking away.

When he was finally out of sight, Yoandri turned back to me, "so..."

"So..." I looked at the ground avoiding eye contact.

"To answer your question, is probably the hardest task I've ever dealt with....because it's , like, I want to be honest, but..." He trailed off.

"But..?" I inquired.

"But I just feel like my honesty holds no meaning to you, perhaps you don't mean to, but you just give me false hope."

His brown eyes shone under the moonlight, with such profoundness, making my stomach clench.

There was a long pause before I answered, as I tried to pick out my following words correctly.

He's right. Stupid impulses lead to false hope...which only leads to broken hearts. Like with Erick.

"I'm sorry. My impulses always get the better of me, I either overthink or, just do, you're right. I should probably stay away from you." I told him, the words finding hard to slip out.

I was already turning around, making my way to the door, when I felt him grab my wrist from behind.

"I'm not Erick." He whispered, as if he'd read my mind earlier.