ashes [m.h.] (Completed)

Chapter 13.

One and half cherry limerita twist thingies later, I haven't laid a finger on my burger. Only A few fries have been eaten while waiting for a refill to come. Matty's plate is nearly cleared as he takes a drink of his brown alcohol.

"Okay now," he begins reaching for my glass "I think that's enough for you young lady" he says in a jokingly stern tone.

I hold a finger out to him, as I take a few more big gulps.

"Maggie," he chuckles. "C'mon now."

With one last gulp I remove my lips from the straw. I set the glass down and smile inoccently. Laughter erupts from the two of us in a loud commotion.

Our laughter fades as the older waitress makes another appearance. Two white slips of paper, that I assume to be receipts, are set face down onto the table with a pen on top.

" 'scuse me, when will the concert begin exactly?" Matty calls her attention.

"The band cancelled." She simply states before rudely walking away.

"Wow, okay the attitude was unnecessary." I laugh.

I look to a smiling Matty and he's digging through his wallet. Bills are placed on the checks, and I try not to count them mentally. I don't want to ruin the moment by forcing him to let me pay. After all, he did invite me.

"C'mon let's get out of here." He moves to get up.

He's on his feet and I follow soon after. He leads the way to the car, opening the door for me as usual. We both climb in and get settled. He turns the key and we make our way back to campus. The sky is dark, with stars being the only natural light. We pull up in our usual space, next to my car, and Matty begins to speak.

"I should walk you to your room, you've drank just a little much."

He quietly gets out of the vehicle, and I follow his actions again. I begin to walk beside him in the direction of my room. We walk together in silence.

When we finally reach my door, I struggle a bit to find my key. I search throughout my tiny purse and find no sign of it. I continue to look.

"Maggie." Matty calls.

I look up to see Matty standing in my open doorway. Confusion is clear on my face, and he takes notice.

"It was unlocked." He simply states.

He walks in and takes a seat on my perfectly made bed. I enter soon after, closing the door behind me. I just stand there with eyes closed, and deep breaths leaving my lips.

"You really shouldn't have drank so much." He reminds me for the millionth time. He stands, stretching. I walk past him to reach my dresser. He's overreacting, I'm not drunk.

"Pft," I scoff, with a newfound sense of confidence. "And who are you to tell me what to do? You're not my daddy." I laugh.

My laugh is cut short as I am turned abruptly by a strong hand on my arm. I am pulled fast into a hard chest, and met by a pair of sinful brown eyes. He stares intensely with our faces less than an inch apart. He waits a moment before leaning in by my ear, and whispering three words that make my body numb.

"I can be."

He slowly drags his lips along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine. My breathing begins to shallow and my heart starts to race, as my mind runs wild. Once he reaches my lips he stops, with barely a millimeter between us. The suspense drives me over the edge. The feeling of him lingering over my lips tortures me, and I can't take it. I make the move and bring myself to him. He immediately takes over, kissing me with electricity. The same feeling from the first time floods my senses and I'm in his complete control.