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Chapter 26 - Lips And Tongue

Andy's POV
I am both scared and worried right now. I'm scared for him, for Rye and that his dark thoughts and memories will soon take over him, or he will be too frightened of himself to let me do anything about it. However, I am worried that that he just can't see how amazing he really is. He can't see what I see, but he should. I will try to show him that he is perfect with all of his insecurities, all of his mistakes, everything that happened in his past, he is perfect. And my friends and family will think so too. The door slowly opened, and the beautiful boy came into the cold room. His eyes met with mine for seconds, but it felt like eternity. His rosy red lips creeped into a small smile as mine did the same. I stood up and went to him looking at his beautiful eyes. Swimming in honey. He looked so lost, so confused, he was searching for something. For something that he has been missing for a while now, for love and I was willing to give it to him, as much as I can. No words were needed, we don't need words because as childish as it may sound, all we need is to break the distance between our hearts. We don't need words when we have this strong connection between each other. Words are just a way to express your feeling and thoughts, but actions express a million of them. My hands made their way to the soft skin on the back of his neck, right after our lips connected into a long kiss. His arms wrapped around my body, holding me close. His tongue slipped in between my lips, exploring every inch of it. I felt like I was going to faint of the amount of pleasure he was giving to me. He took the lead and then lifted me up, grabbing my hips with his strong hands, bringing me to the bed and gracefully lying me down. I drowned in it due to the softness, he never broke the connection between our lips. He pulled away, deep breaths escaping both of our mouths. His eyes glued to mine, like we were making conversation, but all we did was try to understand each other. Try to understand what this is. He opened his mouth a little, like he wanted to say something but closed it immediately and looked away. Tongue tied. "Rye..."I whispered still out of breath. His eyes turned to me again, the butterflies coming back into my stomach. I took a deep breath and smiled welcoming the feeling.

"Thank you." I whispered as he smiled and shook his head quickly, then his eyes met mine again. "I should pick up my things." He stated quietly still smiling as mine grew wider. We both stood up from the bed and went to his big wooden wardrobe. He opened it carefully as if he were scared to show me what was inside. However, when I saw how many clothes there are, shivers went through my body and I understood completely. The clothes weren't near as many as I expected, some of them were dirty and ripped in a few places, others were covered in dust. My eyes filled with tears as realization came and smacked me in the face. Realization of everything he had, his car, his phone they were probably rented or really old, or stolen. Realization of just how poor he really is. I turned to Rye, he was looking down trying to chock back his tears with his quivering lip, he looked so exhausted from everything. From life, but now he has me in his life, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer to me. "I'm here and I'll help you." I whispered as he hugged me tightly. "You don't have to, I..." He sobbed, but I quickly cut him immediately off. "I want to." I indicated quietly. We stayed like this for a while, our arms wrapped around each other, both of us trying to copy the other's breathing, tears streaming on our cheeks. However, I could tell from his heavy sighs and needs of comfort that he was relieved, relieved he didn't have to go through this alone. A little bit of hope in him might have been reborn. I pulled away and wanting to help him I started taking some clothes out from the wardrobe and putting them onto the bed. He looked confused at my actions before he following me like a lost puppy and taking some clothes out as well.

Once we had all the clothes out of the dusty wardrobe, I rearranged them into clothes that were fit to wear and that he could take with him and others that were worn out and broken. I am trying to mend his broken pieces do not make him look like they are scattered everywhere for the whole world to see and kick around. When I was done I looked up, to see him looking over my work thoroughly. He then caught my eyes and gave me a big smile showing me he is happy with sorting. He then did something I would least expect, he hugged me. Embracing me in a warm hug, shocking me. This is good, I am thrilled that he is comfortable enough around me that he can hug me first. However, the hug lasted shorter than I hoped or expected as he let go and left the room. Coming back seconds later holding a small dark blue rucksack that I noticed had some seems frayed around the straps. I then realised he was also holding my phone. Why does he have my phone with him? "You have so many missed calls." He answered my confused face quietly giving me the phone. I sighed. Turning my phone on to see that I have over 100 missed calls from my parents and friends. Ugh... I called my mom first. She picked up immediately. "Andrew!? Omg Andy are you okay? Where are you? Why didn't you come back? Baby?" My mum panickily bombarded me with questions not allowing me to say a single word. "I am okay, chill mum, l just fell asleep." I lied, trying to calm her down and I heard her sighing. Good I hope that clears it up. "But where are you?" She pushed and never mind I guess that doesnt clear it up at all. What do I say? I looked up at Rye who was putting the clothes into his bag with a sad face. Somethings wrong. I discarded my phone on the green sheets and went closer to him, putting my hand on his chin, making him look at me. When our eyes met I saw the tears streaming down his face, shining in the light of the room. I went closer knowing what he needed as we hugged tightly.