ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 7

His lips are soft, movements slow, and heart beating fast. His mouth tasting like mint, with a hint of alcohol. My lips part and he kisses me. Really kisses me. A spark is felt deep within me as we share this moment. I've never felt this way before, and I never want it to stop. My mind has no control and my hormones take over. I can't find the sense to stop him. I don't want to stop him. Matty's hands gently hold my reddening cheeks. His actions slow and his lips come to a halt. He pulls away and my eyes flutter open. The air is thick and our eyes meet. His head lowers and he's first to break the silence.

"Sorry" he utters. That's the last thing I'd expect him to say, especially after our previous actions.

"For what?" I can't help but question.

"I didn't meant to.." He trails off. My heart sinks. Of course he didn't mean to kiss me. I got caught in his touch and didn't think. He must be drunk.

"Oh" I pick at my nails. He stands from the bed.

"I'm guessing I'm taking the floor, yea?"

"Yea" I nearly whisper. His hands grab his pants and he undoes them. My eyes go wide and I panic. His shirt is quickly thrown over his head and I can't help but stare. Few tattoos are scattered across his frame. His pants are riding low and his hands assist them in falling to the floor. The only cloth covering his body clings to him. My face is hot and I try to divert my wandering eyes. He looks to me and I'm embarrassed beyond belief. A low chuckle is heard from him.

"Any blankets?" He says. I shoot up, thankful for the distraction. My feet take me to my closet. The door opens, and I grab a blanket off the shelf. I turn to find a nearly naked Matty sprawled across the floor. I move slowly to set the item next to him. He sits up, and his eyes meet my dress.

"Your going to sleep in that?" He questions. I don't want to sleep in this uncomfortable thing. But I wasn't sure if I should change in front of him.

"N-no" I respond.

He raises his hands as an "okay okay" symbol. My focus goes to my dress. My hand reaches the back, to unzip the zipper. I can't quite reach. How am I supposed to get this thing off? An embarrassing thought reaches my mind. I don't exactly have any other options.

"Can you um-" my cheeks go red. "My zipper.."

Confusion flashes across his face before he realizes what I'm asking. He raises himself to his feet, and I turn around not wanting to face him. I'm practically asking him to undress me. I hope he knows I'm just asking for help, and the thought of him taking this any other way makes my heart panic. I gather my hair off my back and bring it over my shoulder. The curls of my hair distract me, my finger twirling  around a big ringlet.

A hand is felt on my lower back, and I jump in surprise. A shiver goes up my spine as his hand slowly travel up. His fingertips graze the fabric in a delicate manner. He reaches the zipper at the top of my back, and grasps the tiny handle. A light tug brings the zipper down, dragging slowly with ease. He takes his time, making my heart beat faster. His touch does something to me, I can't begin to understand why. He reaches the top of my tailbone and the zipper comes to a halt.

"Thanks" I say, dismissing him. He hesitates, not moving his feet. Seconds pass and he decides to move, taking a seat near his previous spot on the floor.

I try to undress as quickly as possible. I can feel Matty's eyes on me, making me want to go faster. The dress falls to the floor and I rush to grab a large t-shirt. The shirt slips over my head and I'm relaxed with the coverage. I'm careful to slip my bra off with the shirt still on. Grabbing my dress off the floor I throw it in the hamper. I mentally make a note to return it to Mia. As much as I love the dress, I'm not that sure I should keep it.

I grab my makeup wipes and position myself in front my wall mirror. Mascara is pooled at the bottom of my eyes. How long have I  looked like this? The heavy makeup is hard to get off, needing an extra wipe to scrub it all off. My face is finally clean and I put my hair in a bun. With that, I head for bed. Turning around, I stop in my tracks at the sight of Matty. I forgot he was here. He looks as if he'd been watching, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Why do you wear so much makeup?" He asks.

His question makes me think. I don't really have a reason why, it's just something everyone else does. My mother bought me makeup on my 16th birthday and I've used it ever since. I thought it was something every girl was supposed to do.

"Mia did it for me" I respond, looking to the floor.

"You look beautiful without it" he says. I look to him and our eyes meet. His face is full of sincerity.

"Thanks" I mumble. The room falls silent and my eyes hit the floor. My feet take me to my bed and I climb quickly. I look to him as he's unfolding the blanket. I feel bad for making him sleep on the floor, but I wouldn't be able to sleep with him in the same bed as me. Him just looking at me make my heart race, I can't handle sleeping with him.

My hand reaches behind me and I grab a pillow. Holding it out, I offer it to him.

"Here" I quietly say, getting his attention. He nods an "okay", accepting the offering.

"I got the lights" he calls. As promised, seconds later the lights are out. I turn on my side and get comfortable. The cold sheets soothe my body and my eyes get heavier by the second . A faint voice is heard as I drift off to sleep.

"Goodnight Maggie"