The Boy (Romance)

Chapter 3

After a quite long time of enjoying the touches of one another, they separated to look each other in the eyes. Both were panting and Emily felt like she was in heaven. Her knees went weak and Brahms had to steady her. Both were enjoying the silence while they embraced each other and savored the warmth. Suddenly, a noise interrupted them and Emily remembered that the eggs were still in the pan. She panicked a bit and released Brahms. On her way to the stove, she heard a quiet growl, a sign that Brahms was more than displeased at her sudden reaction. She turned the stove off and served the scrambled eggs on two plates with salt and pepper. Emily could literally feel Brahms' intense stare from behind. She took a deep breath and turned around to walk to the dining table in the room next to the kitchen. Brahms was already seated on his chair. She put one plate in front of him and the other plate in front of her. Her chair was purposely a little further away from Brahms so he couldn't try anything stupid during breakfast. Her plan failed miserably. Brahms reached out and grabbed her chair. Before Emily could realize it, she was pulled to his left side and now they were sitting very close to each other.
,,Damn it, why is he so strong ?" She thought to herself. Her eyes widened a little and her body was stiff but she soon began to eat. After a few bites, she noticed that Brahms wasn't eating and she thought that her scrambled eggs wouldn't taste delicious but then she understood why. He couldn't eat with his mask on. Normally, he would always wait for Emily to finish her breakfast so she would go to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While she does that, he would take his mask off and eat his food. Greta knew about that and promised him to knock before she comes into the dining room again to get his empty plate.
,,Brahms ... you can take your mask off. You don't need to be afraid and I truly want to see your face" Emily said softly. She really didn't want to upset him.
,,No" was his only answer.
,,You can trust me. Are you scared that I'll leave you ? That's what bothers you, right ? I won't !
I won't leave you alone. You know the rules ...
Rule number two : Never leave Brahms alone"
,,I said NO ! I will never show my face to anyone. The mask is my face ! I understand that you're curious but I hate talking about this topic. It gets on my nerves." He said furiously. Emily flinched in surprise at Brahms loud voice. She already knew that Brahms is very sensitive when somebody asks him to take his mask off. They continued to argue until Brahms stood up abruptly and left the room. His hands were clenched to fists while he walked away angrily. He disappeared into the walls and Greta still sat on her chair.
,,Oh great, now he's upset and that's exactly what I wanted to prevent !!!" She raised her voice with each word and slammed her hands on the table to let her anger out. Emily was angry at herself ...