You Belong To Me

19

Lorenzo Maxwell was the kindest man on the planet. That was a fact.

He let me bawl my eyes out until I had no tears left to cry on the way home. He listened to me quietly as I described the events of the party - without judgement. Then when we got to his apartment he let me change into a shirt and shorts of his. He made me some hot coco which was the nicest coco I've ever tasted in my life. He let me sleep in his spare room and placed some water and two tablets by my bed when he said goodnight.

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The next morning I woke up in a haze. My head was pounding and panic started to set in as I took in my unfamiliar surroundings. The events from the night before started to come back to me and I remembered I was in Mr Maxwell's apartment. The double bed I was in was so comfy and I found myself falling back to sleep after I swallowed the two tablets Mr M had left for me.

It must have only been a few hours later when I woke up again and I decided it was best if I sought out Mr M to say thank you for last night.

I really needed to start referring to him as Lorenzo.

I made my way out of the guest bedroom and walked down a corridor which led me to a spacious living room. If I had to guess what Lorenzo's private space would look like then this would be it. It was a modern room with a black interior, he had a big flat screen with a PlayStation hooked up, there were trophies lying around from when I'm guessing he was in school and he also had his degree in a frame hanging for all visitors to see.

The kitchen was connected to the living room and it barred similarities. With it's sleek black appliances and marble counter-tops, it was safe to say that Lorenzo had style. I took it upon myself to make two cups of coffee since it was the least I could do and sought out his bedroom.

I could hear music playing from behind one of the doors and I knocked firmly but there was no answer. I pushed the door open with my elbow and dropped both cups of coffee on the soft carpet beneath my feet when I set my eyes on Lorenzo. He was stood in his room messing with his hair in nothing. But. A . Towel. The towel was set dangerously low on his waist and I don't think I've ever seen anything like it.

He was hot.

"Shit Annabella are you okay?" He rushed over to me and grabbed the cups from off the floor.

"Lorenzo I'm so so sorry, I made you a coffee but then I saw you and I dropped it and now it's all over your carpet." Instead of being angry with me he started to laugh and I relaxed.

"Calm down Anna, the carpet is so dark you can't even see the stain."

I wanted to apologise again but I couldn't find the words because my brain was too preoccupied tracing every single line across his abs. If I were a tiny ant running across his body it would be as if I was climbing mountains, his abs looked rock hard and I really wanted to reach out and touch them.

"Annabella, although I'm glad you're enjoying the view so much, I would really really appreciate it if you stopped looking at me like I was something to eat." Shit he caught me. It was obvious.

"I would appreciate it even more if you stopped biting your lip because I really don't want to do anything inappropriate right now." As soon as the words left his mouth my face heated up and I'm pretty sure he noticed.

"I'm just going to get some clothes on then I'll make us both some breakfast." My stomach rumbled on cue and I realised just how hungry I was. But with Lorenzo standing in front of me in all his glory I didn't think it was food I was hungry for.

"Do you want to wait for me in the kitchen? Or are you staying to see the show?"

A blush rushed across my face and I quickly turned around and sped into the kitchen. I remade the cups of coffee and took a seat on the bar stool. I realised when the shirt I was wearing rode up as I sat down that I was dressed highly inappropriately. It was way too big for me and the boxer shorts did little to hide my thighs.