Apartment

Apartment // Six.

I awake, to a warm hand on my bare breast, my legs intertwined with others and close to a slow beating chest.
The streets of Los Angeles, are as always, busy; but it doesn't bother me. This moment, with our body's sharing as much little space that they possibly can, mattered. It feels as if our bodies are about to merge into one and I wouldn't mind.
Naturally I have to disconnect us, I slip out of Matty's grasp, as slowly and careful as I can, but he wakes. So he's a light sleeper.
There are bags under his eyes, he rubs them to get rid of the grogginess. He sees me and a large smile plasters on his face; I've never seen a smile more blinding than his, "Good-morning love," he says in his sleepy, husky voice "where are you off to?"

"Morning, I'm gonna shower." I reply "you're welcomed to take one right after, if you'd like?"

He stretches and yawns "why don't I just join you? No funny business I promise."

I nod, grabbing a towel for each of us leading us to the the bathroom. I turn on the water, brushing our teeth as we wait for it to warm up. Luckily I found an extra tooth brush for him to borrow.

We go into the now warm water and stand there, we just look at each other, but it isn't awkward. We're tired.
He leans in to kiss me, and he does, Matty gets what he wants.
"Hey I thought you said no funny business?" I tease.

He chuckles, "but thats no fun."

Nothing else happens, our soapy bodies didn't nearly merge. Our kiss deepened, maybe our feelings, or mine did. It was nice, sharing a simple thing like a shower with him. It almost feel as if we aren't naked, like we're sitting in a park, watching birds chirping together. Beautiful and simple.

We ready ourselves, he watches me as I change and he is in complete awe, "I never imagined last night happening." He says as he finishes tying the laces of his boot.
"What do you mean?" I ask confused.

He smiles "I don't know, when i first saw you. I thought you were beautiful, but sleeping with you didn't cross my mind. I don't know how to explain this but it's not like I thought that I did or did not have a chance with you more like I felt like I shouldn't think of such a thing. I don't know what it was about you but all o could do I focus on you at that moment nothing else. Even now."

I say nothing trying to grasps what he means, he stands up, walks over to me, his body towers over mine "I'm sorry that I slept with you. I don't mean that I regret it, but I just don't want you to mislead my intentions or think that I had any intentions. You're not just some conquest. Last night it just happened, you know? And it was wonderful."

I smile, standing on my tip toes giving his a peck on the cheek "it was amazing"

The morning is going by slowly, I make breakfast for the two of us, when I finally finish making waffles we sit down drinking mimosas. As I cooked, I felt him hurting himself mentally. He regrets it, sleeping with me I know it. Not in the way that he would take it back, but that he hates that he enjoyed it.
So I dare to ask "I've been noticing something strange about you Matty. Every time you seem to be enjoying yourself, you forbid yourself from having anymore fun. You feel guilty for some reason, why is that?"

He is mid-bite when he frowns "I really don't want to talk about it."

"I understand" I stutter.

"But it's unfair, you should know. You should know my life hasn't been so easy. It's hurt me to the point I can't truly feel any true emotion. My parents divorced and--"

There's a knock on the door "Luna! It's Harry, we need to talk."

I taking a sip of my orange juice, began to choke at the sound if his voice, "I'll open up right now! Oh, hold up!" I manage to spit out between coughs.
Matty and I sprint all over the room, grabbing his clothes and exposing of anything, any signs of people having sex. I go to the bathroom to get rid of his towel. Matty, in the kitchen, throws away the left overs of his food and hides the plates in the dish washer. Finally I open my window, "you've got to go through the fire escape." I tell him.