As days and nights came and went, I became quite close to Mathis. He refused to let me return to my apartment with Leo still out there, and frankly, I did not feel safe anywhere else but with him.
Today he seemed distant, sitting there on the kitchen table with three coffee mugs at arm's reach. I was worried, obviously, but he did seem different, so I didn't approach him just yet.
It wasn't until he came into his room- or, well, my temporary room - that he spoke up. His small smile was endearing, the worried look on his face fading once he laid eyes on me. His stare gave me goosebumps all over my body. I've never seen him look at me like that, with a sign of need, curiosity, and...lust.
"How have you been?" He asked.
I shrugged, a little hesitant to reply. "Good, I guess."
Mathis smiled, pleased with my response. "That's good." He placed his arms behind his back, looking anxious as if he wanted to say something. "Did you.. need anything?" I asked this time, his gaze avoiding my own. Mathis took a few steps forward towards me, each step making my heart beat accelerate. I decided to stand up, offering to make some food when all of a sudden I felt a warm pair of arms wrap around my waist and lips against my own.
It was all so quick, I didn't have time to react, though just a while longer, and I found myself returning the kiss. It was bittersweet, the kiss.
It was a new taste, I realized. It felt wrong, yet.. I couldn't help but fall into the jaws of destruction and lust. It was like a drug I could easily get addicted to; like one I know is poisonous, yet I take the risk to savor it.
My hands stop trembling; they act as if they know their way around, despite this basically being new territory. I feel myself being emphasized, just as I feel the familiar warmth of another being wrapping themselves with me. Us intertwining our souls.
But no, I refuse. I don't believe this is love. It's not something so easily obtained; so easily felt. If I understand what this is- then it isn't love. It's far too sweet.
I started to squeeze my eyes shut, taking the decision to resist falling any deeper. Mathis on the other hand, doesn't like it. He grasps my wrists tightly enough to the point where I feel it as if it were a bruise.
He tilted his head back, a grin spread across his lips.
"You look adorable when you're terrified."
Terrified? I..
My heart was racing, yes, but out of pure fear. My eyes were wide without me even realizing it. My hands are shaking. I'm terrified.
I feel a knot tighten in my throat, hopefully I don't cry.
Mathis started attacking my neck, leaving kisses that burn my skin. This isn't right. This isn't how it's suppose to feel.
My arms begin to pull away, starting to forcefully attempt to shove Mathis away, but it's almost futile.
He removed an arm from my waist, reaching into his pocket and taking out what I assume was his phone seeing the form of it. Mathis pulled me in tighter, finally taking a break to catch a breath. With a couple taps of his phone, he raised it up, forcing my lips to come in contact with his.
I just wanted to scream, to run away.
Again.
Hearing the faint sound of a click, I panicked.
Once again, he parted, lowering his phone and taping it again with his thumb.
"Oh, he'll like this." He muttered.
