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Blue-Gret

Chapter 3 Tippy Toes

Word Count: 2417    |    Released on: 13/07/2024

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n't bel

couldn't

se leaving Andrei and I alone in the, what now felt, airtight living r

to share a FUCKING bed with... I looked over to him. His eyes held the most

ang through my though

already going to have to sleep WITH hi

still taken aback by the

d with his hands towards the st

f the staircase and planted my ri

need for tha

my shoes on," You're going to crash there anyways so wh

d off so I had to go slowly. The walls had designs all over it and

ll are

socks and into the sole of my foot. "What the hell was

ng over and picking up the object "I'm so sor

fucking -" I squinted to see what

what she likes to pl

didn't just tell m

s doing it involuntarily like it was a reflex to my words. Almost immediately, they stopped and the

rry-" h

nna admit that to some strange boy I'd only just met so.. "Yeller... yeah, yeller" I could not

self laugh. Well." How about I help you up

And an office g

he asked with a smirk as

g I call people from

ned around to grab his shirt for support. His hands flew to my back an

mine, feeling every pump it made. I looked into his eyes. They really did hold a look of innocence . . . Of genuity. I

you don't get t

or some reason it felt like he didn't want to either but before anything else could have hap

nd you're the i

accepted my hand an

he crouched down in front of me. "Get on." He sounded so natural like it was something h

o. Thank yo

scoffed "-and you definitely don't wanna get

ed me on his back properly placing his hand di

d he he

y to the side in an effort to look at me. I t

ur

ued slowly but surely up the stairs. Whe

beaming off the crystals. The walls were an ivory shade hoisting several art works on frame and a big sticker wall clock facing the chairs. The chairs wer

I could definitely se

the side of his f

nt of tan to it but just the right amount. His biceps underneath my little arms flexed with each stride he made going w

h

in his room. All of a sudden my body adjusted, factory reset, and I became all too aw

white furniture, white doors a white painting. I

rocky surface with huge craters. The moon. At first, I thought Neil Armstrong but the flag cloth was way wider than the American one

houghts. He quickly looked from me to the pa

opened up the box and pulled out a clean handkerchief from a pil

al as he looked at me searchingly. He chuckled slightly but still went ahead to put a bit of it's content on the flip side of the cloth which was clean. He gently

assuring so I lo

ully pressed out a thin layer onto his index, closed the tube and then rubbed the area with it. It wasn't

where he took it from. For the few seconds he was gone, I continued to

en he r

e where he did when he dressed

id it so it

to the side and smiled, "Y

it's just ... you're a better Fir

I learned

?" I asked going int

hiding it. His face was turned to the other side almost complet

I didn't. I just wasn't 'campy boy' enoug

hy

o hurt and traumatized by to share. And not with s

he bed and walking towards the painting.

tell you who it was and what flag he's hoisting

I looked at him and our eyes met. I so much wanted to look a

y, I g

ed over to me and pointed it, "rep

n picked up the pace. It was suddenly so hard to breathe, the room was airtight, more

I found it hard

not out to much people. Only

? Damn, she isn't even

he wound stung so

bed and he settled right next to me. He looked at me, our eyes meeting and communicating more than words ever could. It was like he could see me. Understand me. Like he knew all of me in just a fraction

ng weird, it's just

d calmly. His voice carried the most concern in the

feel li

could tell you tomorro

lt an extreme rush of emotions that if I opened up

through my inner being wrenching my heart. I felt him move from his position on the bed and shift closer to me. As much as I wanted- needed- to move I realized that all what

hat's m

and pull both our palms into a clasp. He gently and slowly put each finger of his warm, soft hand into the spaces between mine and finally, as

kin of my face as the words came out. The question toyed with my mind for the few secon

ther palm clasp over our previously clasped palms and he fo

breathed and close

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