-CHAPTER THREE-
I hesitated. Very much. Boris warm hands held a hard grip around my wrist as he tried to led me out in the water. The water was up to my waist when he stopped to drag in my arm and I was just about to turn around and run to the beach again when he hooked me in a grip.
"Stop tempting me, little boy." He chuckled, dragging me tightly to his body. My heartbeat increased as my his warm chest warmed up my back. I swallowed hard before I turned around. It was just some centimetres between out body's when I looked up at him and asked myself what I'm doing. Because, what the hell am I doing? Boris raises his left hand slowly and pulled away a strand of hair from my forehead. I gasped chocked, which maked him chuckle low. I felt how my checks got hot.
"Are we going to do this or not?" I mumbled, facing him once again and he nodded with a smile. "I'm just going to..." he mumbled, leaned in his arms. "if it's okay?" he mumbled, placing his hands on my waist and gave me a pair of unsure eyes. I nodded slowly, taking in the feeling of his hands on my body. In some strange way it felt good, it felt safe and comfortable. But I regret a little that I took my rainbow coloured underwear.
"Well take it slow." He mumbled, took a step closer to me so he did not need to stretch his arms so long as before. I nodded thankful. "You entire body is so nervous, Theo. You have to calm down." He said, almost whispered, with his Russian accent of English and I swallowed hard, blushed once again before I closed my eyes. I tried to ignore the feeling of his hands on my body, just tried to focus on the water, letting the warm feeling as embraced my legs calm down my muscles. I opened my eyes, taking a deep breath. Boris eyes met mines directly.
"Okay?" he whispered, taking another step closer to me and I breath heavy. His chest played against mine, tightly, while I felt his deep, vodka and smoke smelling breath hit my face. I nodded. "Y-yeah. Okay." I stuttered. He let go from his grip against my waist and placed them on my shoulders instead.
"How old are you?" He asked low, while he started to pull us under the water slowly and careful, still tight against my body. "I'm fourteen. And you, how old are you?" I said. Felt how the water embrace my arms, until they hit my shoulders and Boris hands.
"I'm sixteen." He mumbled and I swallowed hard once again, and nodded. He is two years older than me. The thoughts run through my hands as Boris let his hands fondle my arms. "Now, just lay down. I'll hold you all the time and you'll try to swim. It'll be good." He said, with a smile and I nodded, laid on my stomach on the water and breath heavy. Boris chuckled low as he embraced my stomach.
"This won't work." I said, sigh and stood up instead. Boris did not let go from my stomach, which felt a little weird. It felt like he was obsessed with touching my body. Not specifically touching it, just...
"I know. But give it a try at least." He said and I sight, looking down on his black underwear. Even his underwear was black. Does this boy not even own something colorful? "I don't think it's a good idea." I sigh, crawled out from his grip and started to go to the beach instead. I felt Boris eyes burning in my back and a part of me wanted to turn around and go back, have his arms around my tummy and feel his chest against mine again. But I was too scared. I pulled down my clothes from the tree and sighed low. They weren't dry yet.
Boris went up from the water and sat down next to me, pulled up a bottle of vodka and a pack of cancer sticks. I glanced at him, as he lit the cigarette and took a smoke. Hw opened the bottle and took a big sip of the strong smelling liquor, making me frown. He drank it like water.
"Do you want?" He said, looked at me and lean over the bottle. I hesitated I couple of second before I took the bottle and placed it on my bottom lip. Once will be the first time. I took a sip, feeling the strong taste embracing my tongue and I clean my throat. "Ugh." I mumbled, gave back the bottle to him. Boris laughed, lean over the cigarette instead and took the bottle.
"This is better." He said, before taking another sip of the vodka, his eyes on me. I sigh quitley, but took the cigarette and placed it between my small lips, taking in the smoke as I opened my mouth and blew out the grey, weird smelling smoke. It wasn't that disgusting as I thought, tho. I threw my eyes on Boris before I took another smoke and gave it back to him.
"Good?" he asked. I nodded. "Good."
I licked my dry lips. I just drank and smoke for the first time in my life, and honestly I did not care that much. But right in the moment it felt amazing.
"What kind?" I faced Boris again and nodded at the cigarette, he smirked as he placed a hand on the inside of my leg and rubbed it soft.
"Marijuana."
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Oh shit. I hope you like the book.
