Moretti sets down a white mug in front of me, full of warm hot cocoa.
“Are you sure you don’t want whipped cream?” He asked me.
I nod my head, and carefully bring the mug to my lips. “Whipped cream is disgusting. I don’t know how you people can eat it.”
I tilt the mug, but quickly wish I hadn’t when the warm chocolate practically burns my tongue.
“Hot?” The corner of his lips barely lifted into a small smile.
I huff. “Not as hot as me.”
Moretti just shakes his head.
“What? I’m being honest.” I exasperate.
“Sure, you’re hot. But you’re more cute.” He crosses his arms.
I scrunch up my nose, and was about to say something when he interrupted me.
“See? That nose scrunch? Cute. Hot people don’t do that.” He points to me, and takes a sip of my hot cocoa.
I gasp, and try to pull the mug back, but it ends up spilling over the both of us.
“Oh my goddess, look what you did Moretti.” I accused, hot cocoa seeping into my shirt and starting to burn my skin.
“I didn’t do anything.” He shrugs.
“Yes you did. You took my hot cocoa.” I snap, and take off my, now soaked, shirt.
“We were merely sharing.”
“Why in the goddesses name do you think I would share chocolate with you?” I grimace.
Moretti shrugs, but doesn’t verbally respond.
I look down and all the hot chocolate spilled on the floor and the counter. I roll my eyes and look back at Moretti.
I find him looking at me up and down. Suddenly I feel very self conscious. I wasn’t in a shirt. How was I that stupid to just take it off in front of him?
He approaches me, and I step back with his every step forward. Soon enough, the crook of my back hits the counter behind me, and he’s only a few inches away.
“Moretti…” I whisper, but trail off.
His gaze locked with mine.
“It’s really difficult to stay away from you.” His voice sent shivers down my spine.
Vessel started purring madly in my head.
I felt his hands wrap around my waist, and he pulled me into his chest.
I was stunned, to say the least. He’s never been this careful with me since I was dragged here. This was a new feeling, and I’d be caught dead before I’d ever admit out loud that I silently enjoyed it.
I felt him nuzzle into the crook where my neck and shoulders meet. He gently went over his mark, and an indescribable feeling full of immense pleasure immediately shot through my body.
I gasped and pushed him away, now panting heavily. Moretti didn’t seem to like that, as he stepped closer to me, and I could feel tension rolling off his body in waves.
Our eyes met each other’s again, and he gave me a look as if to say ‘don’t you dare look away’.
His hands are on my waist again, and his forehead is now pressed against mine. I close my eyes, and wait to feel his lips on mine.
But that doesn’t happen.
“Hey it smells like choco- Ah! Holy shit you two! Put some clothes on!” Malik shrieks
My eyes open, and Moretti pulls away. I almost whimper at the loss of contact between the two of us.
Goddess, since when was I lusting after Moretti?
“Sorry, Moretti spilled hot chocolate and it went everywhere. Including my shirt. I took it off so it wouldn’t burn me.” I sigh disappointedly.
Malik looked around the kitchen, and I’m positive he noticed the chocolate everywhere.
“So instead of cleaning it up, you two decided you’re just gonna make out?“
“We weren’t making out.” Moretti grumbles.
Is he in a bad mood because he was cock blocked? Ok, that’s pretty hilarious.
Vessel snickers at the comments to myself.
“Then what did I just walk in on, hm?” Malik puts his hands on his hips.
I feel my face heat up, and I look down. I don’t think Moretti has an answer to that, just like me.
“Oh come on Mal, stop interrogating them. You pretty much just cock blocked them. The least you can do is apologize.” Luca tiredly walks in, his blonde hair resting messily at the top of his head.
Malik’s mouth made an ‘O’ shape as Luca knocked some common sense into him.
“Is that why you’re all upset?” He chuckles, and pulls Luca close to his side.
I scoff. “I’m upset because I never actually got to drink the hot cocoa. Now I’m all gross.” I move away from the counter and pick up my shirt that was now soiled.
I begin to make my way out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Moretti calls.
“To shower.” I snap.
“Do you remember where your room is?” Malik asks.
“I’ll figure it out.” And I walk out of the kitchen.
The halls were starting to get familiar, and I actually found ‘my room‘ faster than I expected too.
I look for a fresh pair of jeans, and I find a nice and plain navy blue t-shirt.
I go into the bathroom and lock the door, turning on the shower water.
I took a look at myself in the mirror. And to say how much of a whore I looked like was an understatement. My hair pretty much just looked like I got done having sex or something, and I was all flushed and sweaty from my body cooling down due to the hot cocoa spilling.
I roll my eyes and finally go into the shower, where thoughts poured into my mind faster than the lukewarm water did.
This matebond was really fucking stubborn. He treated me like shit for the first few days I was here, and now he’s suddenly a different personality? It all made no sense to me.
But was it really the matebond affecting me? Or my actual feelings? I’m getting to know him better each time we’re together.
I put my hands over my face and screamed into my palms out of frustration. I turned off the water because I could no longer stand these constant thoughts, and got out of the shower.
I took a towel and dried myself off. I put on my clothes and brushed out my damp hair.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, I’m pretty sure I imagined Moretti behind me. His reflection was there, but I felt no presence.
Scowling, I balled up my fist and punched the mirror, where Moretti was, and shattering the glass that was around the impact of my fist.
Pain went through my hand and all the way up to my elbow. I groaned and clutched my bleeding hand close to my body.
I fall to the ground, not feeling my face getting wet.
Vessel whimpered out of concern, and I blocked him out.
Truth was, I really do like Moretti. I already have a different connection with him that Kyle was never able to give me.
But I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared. Scared that he’s just going to disappear one day and break me just like Kyle did.
And as much as I want to give him a second chance and try to let him in, I’m held back by those feelings that petrify me.
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