Burning In The Skies • Bennoda

Chapter 7

We arrived at my apartment, hands still connected. Neither of us wanted to let go but I obviously needed my keys in order to unlock the door for us. But those were in my backpack, which was being carried by Mike.

"H-Hey uh," I looked at him, blushing. "My keys are in m-my backpack." Mike looked at me, confused, but soon realisation flooded his face.

"Right..." He slowly let go of my hand and handed me my backpack. I fumbled with my keys, hands shaking a little bit. Mike stopped me and took the keys, unlocking the door for us. What a sweetheart.

"Th-Thanks." I answered briefly and we both entered the small hallway of my apartment. "Don't mention it." Another genuine smile.

Honestly, this was unreal. Did I really deserve such a sweet human being? Fuck no, I didn't. Or maybe I was dreaming all along?

Mike shook me gently, causing me to snap out of my thoughts. "S-Sorry." I said, mentally face palming. I was embarrassing myself with everything I did.

Mike giggled and pointed something out. "You really don't need to apologise for everything, you know." I blushed again. "Sorry I-, wait, sor-" I took a deep breath. "Yeah, I'll try to s-stop."

"Good." Mike said, biting his lip. He took a deep breath and looked into my eyes. "I hate to bring it up - I r-really do, but I need you to give me all of your drugs." He grew quieter with every word.

I closed my eyes and tried to compose myself. "O-Okay, if you say so..." I trusted Mike more than I trusted myself and even though we literally met today, I had no problem with doing anything he asked for.

There was something about him. Something loving and caring.

I collected my thoughts. "Okay Mikey, you wait in the kitchen." As I started walking off, Mike added another thing. "I'm loving the nickname, Ches." He winked and disappeared behind the kitchen door.

My heart nearly burst out of my chest, beating incredible fast. Mike's actions constantly made me blush. He's so different than everyone else.
I walked through the different rooms and collected all of my drugs. Even I was shocked at how much I owned.

As I went through the bathroom cabinet my hands started to shake a little bit, probably withdrawal symptoms already. It's been a while since took anything for the last time.

I let out a small whimper, not noticing that Mike had appeared in the bathroom. "Ches?" I turned around, tears in my eyes. "M-Mike-" I reached out for him with my trembling hands and dropped the collected bags, but I didn't care about that.

Mike immediately took me into his arms and comforted me. No one has ever made me feel this safe that fast.

"Thank you so much, Mikey." I whispered against his shoulder. "So, so much." Mike buried my forehead in the crock of his neck. "Anytime for you. Anytime." He pulled back and brushed my tears away, smiling.

He hastily got down and picked up the bags. "That's uh-" He swallowed visibly. "That's more than I expected." Even in a situation like this he smiled weakly although was worry written all over his face.

I looked down and felt really ashamed. He was right, I didn't expect that either. Mike gently took my chin and made me look at him. Not that I didn't want to, hell, he's beautiful - but I didn't feel like I deserved to be here with him.

We kept studying each others features and got lost in the moment. Or in my case, more specifically, in the depths of Mike's mesmerizing, brown eyes.

I found my eyes to be pretty boring, but Mike seemed to search for something in them as well. I blushed again, but didn't mind since Mike did as well.

After a long and affectionate moment our brains seemed to stopped processing what was happening, leaving our hearts taking matters into their own hands.

My hands were still shaking but Mike held them the whole time so neither of us noticed. We both started to lean in, eyes still locked. I held my breath as we connected our lips and shared a compassionate, harmonious kiss.