One Last Time

27. Trust

Stella played with the ring on her hand. She already missed Theo badly. She wanted him back, but she knew that wasn't possible.

She had moved away from Matt and Taya, wanting to let them sort things out, though she herself was a bit mad at Taya. How could Taya believe that her brother was a criminal?
She sighed. Taya was new and did not know them so well, and yet she trusted them a lot and had also fallen for Matt. It was clear in the way she looked at him. 

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Matt wanted to hold Taya close, he wanted to tuck back her hair and wash the grime from her face. She was shivering a bit and he wanted to rub her arms and give her warmth. 

He held himself back.

Taya looked at him from the corner of her eye. "Mateo, please don't ignore me. I am sorry. I really am. I won't doubt you again, I lo-. Seriously." She hurriedly ended.

What was she going to say? She spoke too fast for him to even guess what she was about to say.
Taya grabbed his hand and enclosed it in between both of hers. Her deep blue eyes shined at him with unshed tears, her lips were parted and never more had he wanted to kiss her unconscious. This time, not literally. 

He moved closer to her without realizing it. She tilted her head upwards and she didn't know who kissed first but they lips crashed against each other. Her hands curled into his soft, coal colored hair. She sighed against him, enjoying the warmth. 

Matt moved his hands down her arms to her waist and gripped tight. He heard her gasp.
He smiled, his lips slid against hers full of yearning and hunger. They moved even closer, their bodies radiating heat. 

Matt gently nipped her lip and Taya murmured his name. Not Matt, but Mateo and it sounded so damn sexy when she said it. 

He splayed his fingers on her bare stomach slowly going upwards. Taya made circles on his back, pressing at some places. He made a sound at the back of his throat when Taya lifted one leg and draped it around his hip, she fit against him like a perfect puzzle piece. 

"Oh my fucking God. Guys, please!" 

Matt groaned out loud, too pissed to be embarrassed. Taya blushed and smirked at Pedro who had covered his eyes with his palms. 

She moved back, tugging her shirt down. Matt combed his messy hair with his hands, trying to make it straight. He only managed to make it even more untidier. 

Taya giggled. "Here, let me." She dragged her long, thin fingers through his hair. She patted it and moved it around for a few seconds and took a step back, admiring her handiwork. "Done." She sang.  

Matt winked at her. 

Pedro opened his eyes and to his relief they had become unstuck. "Thank God. You both have separated. But I will never forget the scene that I witnessed." He shook his head theatrically. He then pouted. "Wait, Matt. I am sorry. Now you are left with the blue balls. Shit. Maybe I shouldn't have interrupted you, but in case you didn't realize, there are these things called rooms in which you can do anything and not get disturbed." He cheekily teased. 

Matt snorted. "And in case you didn't realize Pedro, there aren't any damn rooms in a forest."
Pedro grimaced. "It was a joke pal. Well, anyways I need to go check on Casey, she said she was helping Stella with the vomiting." 

Matt slapped his forehead. "Shit, I should be with her. Not fooling around. Let's go." 

'Fooling around' stung Taya, but she deserved it. She had indirectly called him a murderer, a breaker of the laws of nature. Necromancy required such horrendous things, way too bad to even talk about.