The Handsome Helper

Chapter 16

Raphael's caramel skin looked dry and his hazel eyes looked tired. His always styled hair was a curly mess atop his head. It made me wonder if he was up all night planning Donny's escape while both Donny and I were making love. But with one look and a tut sound my guilt subsided and I took a seat opposite the angry Raphael.

With his hand resting on my thigh Donatello decided to speak in the incredibly awkward silence that fell as we sat down, hand in hand.

"Plan?" Donny's hand squeezed my thigh slightly as Raphael responded by staring at me. It wasn't how he usually stole glances at me when he'd go to drink his liquor, no he was just full on staring with his tired eyes. I couldn't bare to look at what we'd done to him so I settled on looking past him at the whiskey waitress.

Now she was a woman, she was tall and curvy. Her red apron hung loosely on her hips and her hair was tied in a nice way. She had a good smile and I knew why these boys had picked her to serve their whiskey. She was the opposite of me in every way and I laughed a little as I told myself boys like variety. Boys like variety because then they don't get bored.

Was that what I was doing? Was I sleeping with both Donny and Raphael so I didn't get bored with one of them? What scared me most was that I didn't even feel bad about it. Donny sleeps with other girls and I'm sure Raphael does too.

I couldn't help but put myself in Donny's shoes: what if he slept with Ana? That would probably kill me but that'd mean being jealous and that didn't suit me so I told myself I wouldn't care. I was even lying to myself now.

Donny's warm whisper filled my ear making me come out of my I'm-talking-to-myself state. "Kiss him or something" I shook my head in protest but like the last time I was here, Donny lifted me up to get out and I sat back down, fidgeting form Raphael's, never faltering, stare.

Raphael didn't waste time as he moved to my side of the booth. The look in his eyes made me scared so I tried to get away from him. I failed miserably as my back collided with the wall. He got closer as my body tensed up. He looked so tired.

His face was inches from mine and his hot breath was hitting my mouth in the most peaceful way. It was like I was absorbing him. As I exhaled he inhaled, as he exhaled I inhaled. It was like I was breathing him in.

He wasn't making any moves to kiss me, he wasn't leaning in or tucking my loose hair behind my ear. Nothing.

I thanked god when his eyes softened from tired to playful. He started leaning in his mouth changed course and found my ear.

"I'm glad you've found him.." was all he said. I remembered the nights I'd spent with him. I'd always ask about Donny and he'd laugh it off with a "you ask like he's lost" so his whisper made sense immediately. "He wants you more" he added quickly while retreating to his original side of the booth. I caught his wrist and pulled him to me with as much force I had. Apparently it was enough.

The kiss was nice and soft. It wasn't like his usual kisses which were rushed and deep. This kiss was safety kiss, as if he was testing the waters. I pulled back and looked at him. I whispered "impossible" on his lips and he grinned ear to ear.

He held me by my face, cupping it roughly in his hands. My hands stayed on the leather seat as he kissed me. I bit on his lower lip and he deepened the kiss as I requested. My little hands found the collar of his shirt and I roughly pulled him towards me. He obliged and moaned into the kiss.

I was the first to pull away and a whine escaped his lips. I laughed a little and kisses the edge of his mouth. After I pulled away, I looked at him. If possible, he looked even more exhausted up close. Without me realising my finger traced a new scar on his head. It was hard to notice since his hair covered it but up close he might as well have had no hair at all.