Matthew's POV
Taking Rosalina upstairs made me realize something. Why don't I just let Jake leave? He could live on his own. For the most part. I really think I am beginning to have feelings for him. He is just so adorable and kind. I want someone like him by my side for the rest of my days. Is that odd to think? Well, I don't think so.
"Matt?" I hear the heavenly boy ask.
"Yes?" I respond, after laying Rosalina in her bed.
"Are you going to make me leave someday?" He asks. I swear my heart might've gave up right there.
"No, Jake. The only way you will leave is on your own. I am not your captor like that wretched man Xander." I say. Suddenly, skinny arms are around my waist.
"Thank you. So much." He says quietly. I put my bulky arms wrap around his small build.
"You're welcome. In case there is anything you need. You come to me. Alright?" I say, quiet.
"Okay." He pulls away from me. "M-Matt? Can i do something?"
"Okay?" I say.Jakes POV
I cannot believe im gonna do this. I stand on my toes and softly press my lips to his. I go back down to my original tiny height.
"I'm gonna go back to my room." I mumble and try to walk away. Key word, try. Matthew grabs my hand, not too tight to where he'll hurt me.
"Jake." he says, pulling me back to him.
"W-What?" I asked nervously. He leans down and his soft lips connect with mine. I feel my face redden as his hands connect with my hips. My slim arms wrap around his neck. He pulls away with care in his eyes.
"I like you too." He says smiling. I feel my face heat up even more. I feel him pick me up.
"Matt put me down!" I exclaim, trying to stay decently quiet.
"No." He says bluntly. He begins to take me somewhere. I wait as patient as possible until he sets me down. I realize that he laid me down his bed.
"Matt. Wrong room." I say, smiling.
"Are you sure about that?" He responds, walking over to his closet.
"I'm pretty sure?" I asked. When he comes back, he is in sweatpants. That is it. This man is going to kill me.
"Whatever. You're staying here." He says and lays down on me.
"Matt youre going to crush me with you and your muscular body." I say. He rolls us over.
"Better?" He asks. I nod and nuzzle into his chest for warmth. I hear the mans soft snores. I fall asleep to the heavenly sound.
YOU ARE READING
Wounded.
RomanceJake is your somewhat average slave, except he's used for far worse things than work. But one day, a devilishly handsome billionaire finally buys him after twenty-one years of torture. WARNING! THIS STORY IS GAY. TWO GUYS. DONT LIKE IT? BE ON YOUR...