Sacrifice

chapter 3 || Penelope

I can still feel the same tension that I felt in the car and,when he doesn't talk,he does something to compensate his silence. We both put our shoes next to the door and,as I move to my room,I can feel his two enormous hands on my fragile waist. They're warm and his grip is firm on my body.

He quickly turns me with so that I lay with my back on the door. I start to sweat a little. I feel his hands roaming around my body and I let him explore it,until he gets closer to my ear "Let me just fuck you" he whispers with an husky voice as I feel the heat of his breath on my neck. "You won't regret it" he begins again. Then he bites my earlobe,but I push him away.

"Do you think you're going to get me in your bed? Oh Mendes,I'm not that easy. You can try,but you will fail". I pronounce these words whilst I open my room's door and,after I closed it,I lay on my bed. Whoa. That was a moment. But I can't fall for him and he won't have me. I just can't. I can't repeat my mistakes. Not again.

I leave and then go straight in the bathroom; this time I lock it. I take a hot bath so that I can relax for a bit:I light up a few candles and put on some music. After half an hour,I exit,I cover myself with a towel and I leave my wet hair down.

It's almost dinner time so I decide to make something: I cook some pasta and,while I'm waiting for it to be ready,I feel the same exact grip,but this time it's lower on my body. I quickly turn and see him shirtless. He's biting his lip "The idea of you with just a towel turns me on so much". I try to push him away but he's stronger,of course. "I would love to make you as wet as your hair".This time I push harder and he stumbles a little as he walks back. "Don't you have anything else to think about other than sex?" "With you around? Hell no!"

I serve the pasta and we eat it on the balcony. "Are you ready for your first class tomorrow?" he asks "I'm always ready" I reply. We both have music and I'm actually happy about it,since it's the first time I visit the university;it's good to have someone by your side. We don't talk that much as we finish and,after he offered to clean,I go into my bedroom and put on an oversized tee with a pair of shorts,but I remain braless.

I chill for a bit until I hear knocking on my door. "Come in" I shout. "Hey beautiful" he checks me out while I respond with a flat tone "What do you want now?" "I wanted to show you something". It's strange how he switches from jerk to serious in a few seconds,but I nod. He gives me his hands and I follow him in the same room I went in  the other night.

I remember how it was: an extremely beautiful and intimate atmosphere. We're still holding hands and,as he sits on the piano,he gently puts me on his right massive thigh. He puts his head between my shoulder and my head,and I can feel his warm breath on my skin.

He lightly touches the keyboard and then he begins to play: it's a slow song but I can feel the passion in it since my heart starts to race. It's a calm melody that relaxes us both,but then...a memory: I've already heard this. It's the song he played last night. I feel safe next to him. Then I slowly turn my head so that I could see him; he's so focused and so beautiful at the same time. The view of him biting his bottom lip as he moves his arms to play this heavenly song is mesmerizing.

Then he stops "Why are you staring at me" it's the first time I hear his honest voice,and not the sassy one. It's a soothing sound that persuades all my senses. I don't talk. I'm too busy thinking about how would his lips feel onto mine. "One kiss is all it takes to fall in love with me" he says out of the blue. I'm shocked. Can he read my mind? "And what if I don't want to" I say. "Want to do what?" he replies "fall in love..." I close the conversation.

He puts his thumb on my left cheek and starts rubbing it: it's such a gentle touch. I can't resist anymore. My mind is begging me to do it,so I get closer and then he takes my head between his hands. Our lips merge and our bodies melt together. I've never felt something like this. It's too much.