Sacrifice

chapter 1 || Penelope

We finally arrive at his condo: it's mainly made of glass,but the dark kind of glass,so no one can see through it. I like how it looks,it's modern and very high. He parks in his garage and then,after I took my suitcase,he lead me to the lift: the only noise was the one that my luggage made. We both stayed in silence.

He pushes a circular button and then inserts a pin,after that we start to go up,until we reach the 17th floor. He gets out first and goes straight down a dark hallway,where the only thing you can see is a grey door. He slides his keys in the lock and opens the door. We both enter and take off our shoes,and I hang my denim jacket on the rack.

I start to look around: it's doesn't look like I expected. It's actually pretty clean for a boy. The kitchen was on the left and there was a big grey marble island with a coffee machine,a big fridge and lots of black cabinets. "Follow me" he says while he enters another hallway. There are 4 doors. "So,the ones on the right are the bathroom,that I'm glad we're going to share," he smirks and I glance up "and your room. The ones on the left are my room,that is always open for you,and another room for my stuff." While he talks I look around and I notice a couple of nice guitars but he interrupts again "If you need me I'll be in my room" he winks.

I enter my room. It's really nice: there's a bed with a wooden headboard,two nightstands,a pretty big closet made with the same kind of wood,a white desk with a rug underneath it and,on the left side,a really big window with a beige beanbag next to it. It looks cozy,but not enough. I guess I'll have to buy some furniture,but that's ok,I love that kind of shopping.

I finally can unpack everything and place my stuff in the closet. Then,I choose something more comfy to wear: I pull out a bordeaux woodie and I slide into it,and I wear some white cotton shorts underneath it,but they are barely visible. After that,I head to the bathroom and I put some stuff in there too. I can finally sit on the toilet to change my pad when the door slams open.

It's Shawn. I guess he heard me coming out of my room,but I should've closed the doom. Damn it. He looks straight down my underwear while I quickly put it back on. I hope he didn't see anything: I mean,I just met him. Why do things like this always happen to me. Why? "Get out of here" I raise my voice,but he doesn't even move "I told you we were going to share this bathroom,so here I am,minding my own business" "Well,it didn't seem like it" I reply angry. But then,he takes his toothbrush and starts brushing his white and shining teeth. I shove my shorts back on and I get out with a quick pace.

I now go to the kitchen: I really need some tea to calm my nerves down. Luckily it's my last day of period,otherwise I would explode. Too much tension. I wait for the water to boil while I look for a mug. When I find it,I put a bag of tea in it and then pour some water. The heat calms me down until I hear some heavy steps. Here he is. "Hey hun,you made yourself comfortable. That's good. Why don't you make some tea for me too,umh?" his voice is cheeky "Didn't your parents made you hands? I think you can do it yourself"

He slowly gets closer to me. Closer. He's so close that I feel his breath on my neck. "You'd die to feel what my hands are capable of." I loudly swallow. It's getting harder to breathe: I have to be honest,he looks pretty fucking good. His dark hair contrast his honey eyes. He now pours himself a cup of tea. "You know what,I'd rather live." I glance at him and then I go straight into my room.

I text my parents and then I go to sleep. I suddenly wake up. I reach at my phone and it's 2am. Why am I awake? Then I hear some music. Wait. Music?! I hop out of bed and I go into the hallway. I still hear the melody. It's calm,and I think I recognize the voice. Is it Shawn's. No,it can't be. I knock on the "forbidden" room's door and,surprisingly,someone opens.

It's him. In a pair of branded boxers,with his shirt off. I can't look down,I must look up,even tho the desire of seeing his defined abs is tempting  me.Thank god I can control myself. He just stays there,looking at me and my tired and barely opened eyes. I keep looking at him until he lets me in. It's a dark soundproof room,with a big black sofa on the left right under the huge window where you can see half of Toronto,with fairy lights on the right wall and polaroids hung on with some guitar strings. Theres a piano and at least 15 guitars. It's absolutely beautiful. The big desk on the other side of the room is full of music sheets,pens,a finished cup of coffee and an empty water bottle.

I don't get why he doesn't say a word,so I stay in silence. I finally move and I take place on the sofa but I'm freezing cold. He must have noticed it,since he puts a wool blanket on me. Then he goes straight to the piano and starts playing it. I don't really remember the melody,I just remember the moonlight defining his features,the warmth of the atmosphere,his gaze peeking at me once in a while whilst I try my best not to sleep and enjoy the moment,and then me falling asleep under his eyes.