The Boy (Romance)

Chapter 8

(The next morning)
Emily slowly opened her eyes and looked around. The sun was already up and enlightened her room. She pushed the blanket away and wanted to get up but a strong headache stopped her from doing so. While trying to regain composure, there was a quiet knock on the door and in the next moment, Emily saw dark brown locks and a porcelain mask looking at her.
,,Uhm ... Hey Brahms" she said rather quietly.
,,Hey beautiful, how do you feel ? I brought you breakfast but don't force yourself to eat it if you're not hungry." Brahms said while he put down the plate with some delicious looking sandwiches. Emily smiled and blushed because of how he just called her and whispered a small ,,Thank you". He looked up at her and observed her face. His hand touched her cheek and caressed it softly. Emily relaxed immediately and closed her eyes to enjoy his touch and opened them again when he pulled her towards him. Her heartbeat quickened but she didn't stop him. Brahms kissed her on her forehead with his porcelain lips while his arms found their way to her small waist. They both savored the warmth of each other Emily pulled away.
,,Brahms, what else happened yesterday ? I remember crying in your arms but I don't know what happened afterwards. Everything went black."
She explained.
,,You passed out. Probably because of exhaustion..." he suddenly looked away from her and for a minute, nobody said anything until his voice interrupted the silence again.
,,T-Thank y-you ..." Brahms whispered almost inaudible.
,,For what ? Actually, I have to thank you." She raised an eyebrow at him.
,,You saved my life. I really don't want to know what would've happened to me if you hadn't ... well"
he said.
,,I couldn't just stand there. I had to help you. As if I would let you die but please, let us forget that and never talk about it again ... I have one last question though. Where is Cole now ? I mean his dead body." Emily asked with a suspicious look.
,,You don't have to know that"
,, And what if I want to know it ? Just tell me already. I'm not that weak." She explained further.
,,Well, I buried him somewhere far away in the forest. Sooner or later, the police will search for him and we don't want to attract attention, do we ? I purposely didn't bury him in the garden. If the police would find him there ... we'd be screwed. I'm sure they won't find him there so don't worry. I already cleaned the house, especially the dried blood on the carpet and the shattered pieces of the vase" Brahms explained calmly. Emily's eyes softened and she nodded at him.
,,Don't think about it too much" he padded her head and wanted to get up to leave the room but when he turned around, thin fingers wrapped around his wrist and stopped him. Brahms looked over his shoulder and Emily could see that he was startled for a second but he relaxed again after he realized what she wanted.
,,P-Please, stay with me ... I-I just uhm ... I just don't want to be alone right now." She looked at him with scared and pleading eyes and he just couldn't say no. Well, why would he ? His lovely Emily always acted so independent and never needed someone to help her. She's a strong woman after all. But now, she was vulnerable like a little kitten and hell no, he wouldn't miss out an opportunity like that. He would keep her warm in his arms, give her butterfly kisses and the feeling of safety, whisper sweet nothings into her ear and everything else he wanted to do for a long time.

They spent the whole morning in Emily's bedroom and talked about everything that came into their minds. She ate her breakfast with a big smile on her face and praised Brahms for his amazing cooking skills. Now and then, he just stared at her thinking about how beautiful and lively she was but Emily didn't notice his gaze on her. Eventually, they also ended up hugging each other while lying on the bed and fooling around. Sometimes, they just stayed still and stared into each other's eyes and Emily caught herself looking at his porcelain lips. Damn, she wanted to kiss him so badly but not the mask !
,,B-Brahms ?" She started.
,,Yes, my love ?"
,,I want to kiss you." Emily said while staring into his beautiful orbs.
,,Anytime." He smirked under the mask and started to lean in. His porcelain lips were only inches apart when Emily suddenly stopped him. She put her hands on his chest, not really pushing him away but enough to halt him in his tracks. He slightly looked confused at her reaction, thinking about why she avoided the kiss although she wanted it.
,,N-Not your porcelain lips ... I want to feel your real ones. Your warmth, your softness, your gentleness... and not the cold, hard lips of your mask." She said with a soothing tone in her voice.
,,You know that I won't take my mask of ... You'll be disgusted. You won't look at me the same way anymore. In the end ... you'll leave me like all the others."
,,Brahms, I'll never leave you and you can trust me.
I don't judge you by your looks. Even when you take off your mask, you'll still be the same Brahms like before. I could never be disgusted in the most precious person of my life." Emily smiles up at him and put her left hand on his cheek. Then, she brought up her other hand and placed it on the mask. She wanted to carefully take the mask off with slow movements in order not to scare Brahms. He already knew what was coming next and quickly stopped her by laying his hands on her arms. The little spark of hope left Emily and she just accepted his actions. She didn't want to force herself on him so it was okay to wait. Suddenly, Brahms stood up and walked over to the door. He looked over his shoulder and stared at Emily but she really couldn't tell how he felt right now. Was it anger ? Sadness ?
Or ... lust ?
His hand moved to the light switch and turned the lights off. Everything went black and Emily gasped in surprise. She tried to figure out what he was doing but she had no clue and how was she supposed to figure anything out when she's not even able to see a single thing. She heard light footsteps coming closer to her direction and all of a sudden, she could feel Brahms breathing against her neck.
,,W-Wait, what are y-you doing ? Brahms ??!" She whispered rather panicked.
She only got a ,,shhhh" in response but the way he said it with his deep and husky voice sent shivers down her spine and it made her feel tingly. His hands grabbed her waist in a firm grip and easily lifted her up a bit, just to push her further into the bed. Emily put her hands against his chest and tried to push him away but Brahms grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head. She started to notice his weight on her, signaling her that he was on top of her. Brahms continued to tease her by breathing against her neck and whispered seductive things to her that would set her body on fire. Emily's mind became blurry as she felt so good underneath his skillful touches.