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Chapter. 13

I was in my room for quite a bit, I obviously went through Martin's stuff because I knew he wouldn't be coming up to get me. I grabbed a hold of his dirty shirt then brought it up to my face to inhale deeply, my eyes falling shut at his scent. I just loved the way he smelled. I looked down and there were his boxers.

Good god, Toby. Don't you dare.

I went to grab them but I heard a knock on my door, which made me drop his shirt and quickly move over to the door "yeah?"

"it's time for the bonfire" my aunt's voice came through the door.

I opened it quickly which made her jump since she didn't know I was just behind the door "sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Let's get down there" I said in an enthusiastic voice then grabbed her hand so that I could pull her with me down the stairs. "this is going to be great, I love bonfires so much"

"I can tell" my aunt laughed softly while she followed me out of the house, right into the cold which I was cold as fuck to begin with so it was awful. But they were about to light the fire so as soon as we got up to it, I let go of my aunts hand and immediately looked for Martin who smiled at me when he saw me.

My smile faded when I saw my dad watching me, I looked down and sort of hugged myself since I didn't bring my sweater out and it was cold.

"Toby, you're going to get sick" Martin said while he took his jacket off and walked over to me to put it on me, his hand moving up and down my back slowly before he looked at my dad then went back over to stand beside him so neither of us got in trouble.

"thank you, Martin" I said briefly then rubbed my hand over my arm gently so I could warm up in the jacket, my eyes kept finding their way back to Martin who was looking down at the unlit bonfire.

My other uncle broke the awkward silence that was gathering up "Alright let's get this lit and warm" he said and clapped his hands together.

Dad nodded in agreement then grabbed the matches "Everyone stand back, we had to soak it in gas which is why it took a bit." he said.

I took a decent step or two back like the others did, my dad struck the match and I instantly got a small shiver. I loved fire a lot. "Wait, don't light it yet!" Martin shouted just as my dad was dropping the match "Toby move!" he yelled then actually tackled me down a good few feet away from where I was standing, which there was a long line of gasoline leading straight up to the small gas can they had.

I let out a sharp groan when I hit the ground, my head lifting up just a little to see the fire light that strip right where I was standing "get down!" my dad shouted shortly after when the fire reached the gas can and ignited it into a big flame. Not too big, but if I were standing where I was there'd be a good chance that I'd be on fire right now.

Martin was still on top of me, and although my back hit the ground pretty fucking hard, I was glad that I was that close to him "are you okay?" he asked me in a soft voice, our faces were so close. I'd never felt so deprived in my life.

"I'm fine, thanks to you" I said in the most cheesy tone, my lips curving into a soft smile while I brought my hands up just a little to rest on his waist since they were down there anyway.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now, I don't know how I'm going to do this for a month. It's only been an hour, maybe two at most and I already miss you" he whispered out while he leaned down just a little to attempt to press a kiss to my lips but my dad walked over just in time to grab onto the back of his shirt and tug on it just a little.

"Are you both okay?" he asked as he made sure Martin got off of me, patting him down before he helped me up.

I nodded a few times then looked at Martin "yeah, I would've been a bit burnt if it weren't for Martin. Thank you, by the way." I said before looking down at the ground, because if I looked up I wouldn't be able to keep my eyes off of him.