We sauntered back into the kitchen, where Matthew slammed the brown paper bag down onto the table, turned around and questioned "wanna drink?" Whilst reaching for the large bottle of Fanta fruit twist which sat on the grey marble work top.
"Yeah alright."
As Matthew undid the lid, a huge hissing noise erupted from the bottle and the peachy red liquid splurged over his white Champion tee, as well as my sweatshirt. We looked at each other as the bottle led on the counter top spilling its content everywhere. A sticky red mess.
"I'm so sorry!" I yelled as I rushed over to grab a large bundle of kitchen roll, and immediately started dabbing at his abs. I could feel the ridges of muscle beneath his dripping wet shirt.
I suddenly realised what I was doing, and suddenly looked up at him, only for him to stare back at me. All I could do was stand there frozen.
"Sorry." I said as I moved over to the mess on the floor.
He said nothing.
It was silent for minutes, which felt like hours.
I stood up and looking down at myself, realised I too was soaking wet.
"Oh I'll go get you a jumper."
He was gone for a brief two minutes, and when he came down was in a different top too. Handing the jumper to me, I looked down at what I had in my hands. A purple sweatshirt the colour of aubergines with a bold white 'Champion' logo. Although it was not near my face, it was soaked with the smell of Dior Sauvage. It smelt like a sexy business man with a nice watch.
We got another glass, poured our drinks, and then headed up to the bedroom to settle down and watch the finale of Peaky Blinders.
When it came to going to sleep, we always slept in the same bed. It never bothered me before, but now it feels so difficult being so close.
I lay awake for an hour in the dark, just thinking about me and him. I looked to my left, where Matthew stirred in his sleep, eventually turning to face me.
I couldn't help myself.
My hand brushed against his cheek, moving down towards his jawline. So smooth and so defined. I played my thumb over his lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss them.
He stirred again and I turned the other way.
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عاطفية"I care about you, you know?" They were childhood best friends - now they are on the lower sixth rugby team of Birchwood Secondary School. A tense feeling of lust arises between Matthew Flynn & Ben Alley, but will everything work out in the end? Or...
