Desires

•CHAPTER XXXII•

The kiss was sweet and unlike anything I had experienced. It felt like we were both magnets pulling toward each other the whole time and now as we finally joined, I feel more settled than ever. Like my whole confusing unfinished world made sense.

His eyes closed like he was catching for breath but his face was still. He looks back at me and I don't need to see his lips to know he's smiling a mischievous grin, I can tell because of the crinkles in the corner of his crystal eyes.
"Why are you smiling like that?" I whisper trying hard not to smile but I can't.
"I stole your first kiss."

I look away in embarrassment.
I can't deny it because he already knows somehow. Is it obvious? I can feel my cheeks heating up and I want to disappear altogether, away from this accusation which I can't deny.

"And I suppose this is your hundredth kiss?" I say quietly because saying the word 'kiss' out loud to Romeo makes me feel bashful and flustered.
He shakes his head and looks down.
"I suppose you give yourself in to the rumours?" He says in this old timing fashion and looks back up at me with these eyes that make me feel guilty.
I shrug.
"No, I don't completely believe all the rumours. It's just, you don't seem to deny them...and what people see is what people see, right? Am I wrong to say that all the rumours are not true?"
He shakes his head and lays on his side with his hand supporting his head. I can see the indentations and outlines of the muscles adorned on his biceps which gives me this floaty feeling.
"Some of it's true. Most of it isn't."
"Is the rumour about all the girls true?"
"Partially."
"What do you mean?"
"Anything involving a bedroom isn't true." He says in a matter-of-factly way.

So he isn't one of those guys?

"Then how come the girls say th–"
"It's called mind compulsion. It's not a skill that I'm proud of but...it comes useful for certain situations." He gets up and takes a memory stick out of his pocket. "Speaking of which, may  I?" He asks as he walks over to my laptop and I nod.
He looks at me as the password is needed.
"It's Morgenstelsucks666" I say sarcastically and he chuckles.
I walk over to my desk and type in the password.
"Azra1234? Really?" He says unimpressed by my pathetic password.
I shrug and allow him into my laptop which feels quite personal. I've just told him my password to most of everything I have too.

Never the less, he connects the usb stick into my laptop, and a request to access files appears.
He clicks on it and a word document appears. But I don't understand the smallprint.
"What has this got to do with mind compulsion?" I ask.
"It's how I got these." He says and opens another document. "See that?" He says and point to this picture of a young dark haired woman. "That's your Mrs Elm. I've been collecting data and research."
I frown and look at the document slowly to read that 'Annabelle Elm: Deceased.''
"So...who was the Mrs Elm I had?"
"A Vedovela. Do you fully believe me now? She had replaced this Mrs Elm a few months ago and no one noticed. See, she has no paperwork that's hers. It's all fake, Azra."
I stand up straight, calculating it all in my head.
"So why would a Vedovela want anything to do with me?"
"I don't know. They can be anyone and anywhere. It just so happens there was one in your house."
"How do I know I'm not going to come across another one again?"
"You don't. Don't trust anyone, Azra." He says in a serious tone, glancing at me before he takes the usb stick out of my laptop, sliding it back in his pocket.

I sit back on my bed. The atmosphere between us has been disrupted. I feel as though I'm to blame, like it's my fault. Though I know it isn't, I can't help the voice in the back of my mind tearing away at myself.

"You've gone quiet." He breaks the silence. I lift my eyes from the floor and meet his.
"I just don't have anything to say."
"Azra, you don't have to be scared okay?"
"I'm not scared." I pronounce sounding like a child.
"You can tell me if you are."
"Well I'm not so there's no reason why I should say I am."

My stubbornness makes him grin as he folds his arms.

"What happened at the office today?" He asks.
For a moment I'm surprised as to how he knows this and then I remember that he had been following me.
"Oh...that." I cross my legs and fiddle with my fingers. I turn around and see that the light underneath my door has been turned off, meaning that my mother had gone to bed.
"My mum...she has a...boyfriend?" I whisper just in case she was near.
He frowns a little and unfolds his arms. Walking towards me and takes my hand in his. His hands are always cold but I accept them in my warm embrace.
"I'm sorry about that." He says quietly. He understands me.
"It's not like I care, it's just...weird."
He nods and squeezes my fingers in his.
"I know, it happens." He says and gives me a reassuring look.

For a moment I feel tired. But I don't want this to end. I want to hold his hand forever even though they are sucking all the warmth away form mine. I feel as though time has stopped where we are now, the bright but still moon casting light on us creates an atmosphere of a dreamlike state which I don't want to wake upon.

But I know that this can't last forever because nothing does. You always have to wake up at the end of the dream.

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