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Having two business partners for parents meant they worked extra long shifts, and possibly, an addition of night shifts. Therefore, being alone at home in the middle of the nigh...
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"We didn't have sex," Matias said firmly.
Mia gave him a pointed glance, as in to continue. Hearing this made her feel a sense of relief like some weight had lifted off of her shoulders. She stared at the boy in front of her, this time he was fully clothed, a towel absorbing the pool of water dropping fron the ends of his dark as night hair. The smell of chlorine used to make her feel sick, but after her constant trips to the natatorium, it was nothing but familiar. The damp air licked at them both and the sound of the water stream faintly became a background noise.
Matias held her gaze firmly, and those silvery gray eyes made her feel drunk. She knew there was something about them, something that she knew. Like moonlight, they had shone in the dark, casting her skin with light as they traveled down her body. A flurry of butterflies floats in her stomach, as flashes of that night return to her memory, blurry and sloppy. They didn't have sex. That was a good thing, of course. That meant Matias hadn't taken advantage of her. And the way he was looking at her, so genuine, so kind, Mia was sure she could believe what he was saying.
"We kissed. A lot. I was really drunk, so were you. But when I realized that you were much more intoxicated than I was, I stopped. I thought it was weird. You were practically swaying and I don't think you had a lot of drinks. You started to close your eyes, slip into unconcsiousness. I laid you down on the bed. I told Toby to take you home and he did—"
At least Beverley didn't lie about that.
He exhailed. "The next day at school, you didn't spare me a glance. Walked right by me. I mean, it was just a drunken kiss, of course, it didn't matter. But then you never brought it up, and you kissed me in the pool like it was your first time, and I realized you didn't even remember."
A tint of crimson burned the apples of her cheeks. It was only when she began to see Matias more often, that she began to remember briefly. It made sense now, the way he behaved around her. Self-righteous and utterly aloof. He had thought she brushed him aside after their kiss, something that Mia may had done once or twice in her life, and maybe she even would have with him, if she didn't forget that night. Dropping her gaze, her fingers fidgeted with a loose thread poking out of her wine-red crop sweater.
"I, uh," she sighed. "I don't remember much. Only snippets."
The soft flow of the stream was all she could hear until Matias used his inded finger to tilt her chin up, her eyes meeting his owm again. "I just want you to know that I did not take advantage of you. I was also drunk, but I realized what state you were in and I stopped," he assured her. "I swear—Mia, please trust me when I say that I would never do that. To you, or to anybody. I'd never hurt or use you when you're most vulnerable."
