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Chapter 12- The Little Kiss

I stood staring at Matt's door. Should I knock or just enter? He was sleeping, did I really want to wake him? Not really. Why was he even sleeping now for? Oh God, this is why I hate situations that are remotely related to him. I get so flustered and confused and ugh. I took a deep breath and decided to knock on the door.

Knock knock.

No answer.

Knock knock

No answer again.

Should I just go in? I turn the handle and found it was open. I built my confidence up again and pushed the door open.

The first thing I saw was the huge bed right in the middle of the room with a sleeping Matt on it. I quietly walked inside and closed the door soundlessly behind me. My breath was taken away from me. This boy's room was more beautiful than mine. It was painted a really dark shade of red and had a huge chandelier in the middle of the ceiling. Expensive. That's all you see in this place. All the money that was invested in it. Where did they get all that money though?

To the right of the room was a door and to the left was another. There was a bookshelf full of books and a little coffee table with two chairs and a little sofa to the right also. Hmm... He probably has a walk-in closet and ensuite bathroom as well. What caught my attention though, were the picture frames he had all around the room. It wasn't the usual expensive paintings that were hung all over the castle; it was pictures of friends and family.

It was so nice seeing pictures of when Matt was a kid and with Jason and Alex. They were so cute, puberty didn't have to do much work with them. They were all a fine species from birth. I continued along the line looking at each picture but stopping at a family portrait. What was odd was that there was a girl in the picture. Matt never told me he had a sister. She looked smaller than us though. I wondered why he never told me.

"What are you doing here?" A rough voice asked and I spun around instantaneously, wide eyed. OH GOD.

"I- I was just-"

"Is practice over?" He asked cutting me off and getting off his bed. Well that was weird, he didn't even let me answer.

"Yeah?" I said not sure why his mood was so detached that I could feel the pain in my chest.

"Great. Come, I'll take you home." I felt even more pain in my chest that I winced but his face showed no emotion as he walked to go open the door. Was he angry that I came in his room without permission? It has to be that, what else did I do? 'I should've just stood and banged on the door until he woke up' I thought to myself.

The elevator ride down was awkward and so was right now sitting in the passenger seat with this beautiful man that hasn't uttered a word to me since. It was so annoying. That pain wasn't leaving my chest and it was all because he wasn't talking to me. Matt wasn't talking to me and it felt like it was silently killing me and it had just been about five minutes. This is what the mate bond is about right? Well let me just tell you, this fucking sucks.

"I did knock" I blurted out of nowhere.

"What?" Matt asked as if I was talking about something that was totally irrelevant.

"I knocked. Before I entered your room, I swear I knocked but you didn't respond and I wanted to go home so I decided to go in your room. I was going to wake you but then I got caught up with your pictures. I know it was wrong but I knocked. I'm sorry. Just... Just talk to me. Please? I want the pain to go away." Iwas almost begging at the end of my little ramble.

"What?" Matt asked totally confused again. What the hell? What was so hard to understand?

"You think this is because you came in my room?" He asked like it was the stupidest thing ever.