Depths of the Mind [MalexMale] (ON HOLD)

Chapter [4]: Deal

(Michael's POV)

The kiss was passionate.

God.. the kiss was so passionate. Our tongues danced against each other. A second after our lips touched, I found myself dominating the kiss. It was me. I led him, showing him how I liked to kiss and be kissed.

He knew how to kiss too..

But, as everything was slowly sinking in and the realization of what I have done hit me, I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice. He broke the kiss and looked at me. His face was.. composed. His face was blank! After what he did, his face was blank.

''Where do you keep the bandages?'' He simply asked me, but I continued to stare at him. Bandages. He is talking to me about bandages right now.

''Isaac,'' I said after a few second and found myself hating how my voice sounded, so.. insecure. ''Why.. What have you just done?''

''I thanked you.'' he said, looking at me as his facial expression remained the same.

I blinked at him. Was he serious?

''You said you wanted to thank me,'' I started slowly, as if my brain had coordination problems with my mouth all of a sudden. ''And then, you did.. something else.''

He looked like he didn't get me. At all.

''I don't understand.'' He said, confirming my thoughts. Again, was he for real? I looked at him intensely, noticing confusion in those green eyes.. After a few seconds of me starring at him, I've got my answer. He was serious.

It took me merely a seconds to make the connection afterwards.

Someone out there, his mother, his adoptive father, his grandma, grandpa.. I didn't even know who, but someone told him that this was the way you thanked someone if they were nice to you. This had to be it. He honestly thought that he thanked me a few minutes ago, because I took the pain for myself. I widened my eyes and I couldn't help but to feel a pang of pain in my heart.

Who was it? Since when did he live with the impression that you have to kiss someone if you wanted to thank them? And with tongue too.. Oh God.

He just kissed you.

I tried not to think too much about that, and forced myself to actually analyze the situation like I was doing before.. but it was hard. I couldn't help but wonder what did he think he had to in other situations..

''Michael, will you tell me where are the bandages?'' He asked me again, this time more louder and firm and I realized that I had zoned out in my attempt to understand his previous act. I was looking at him before, but this time my brain focused again on his presence. He had his eyes on me all this time and.. his look managed to make me nervous.

I took a deep breath.

We had to talk. We seriously needed to talk. I knew I had to be patient if I wanted to find out who exactly taught him what they did because, if I was right and some family member for example taught him that.. I was convinced it would take time for him to tell me.

I will eventually find out who told him that, and I would teach him the proper way of saying thanks. But, God if you'd tell me a week ago that something like this would happen.. I decided to leave our talk for tomorrow because, I realized it was not worth to even try and convince him about everything right now.

First of all, it was his belief. Someone put it in his head when he was, I imagine, a child and it would take more than a few words to even have him listen to me. And second of all, it was late in the night. And I suddenly felt tired.