SOE: THE THIEF (Twins BL) English Version

Chapter 8

"S-sandro, w-what are you doing here?"

He just smiled at me sympathetically before walking in front of me. I have to look up so that our eyes meet.

"I came here to see you. I missed you." If only our parting that night had been good, I hope I can say that I feel the same way. But, no. I was very embarrassed that night. He had to witness one of the worst results my nightmares had on me.

I fell asleep in his arms. And when I woke up from his slap, only then did I know that my bad memories visited me in my dream. He had a very worried look on his face. He convinced me to tell the story so I told him everything. Everything. All my bad, horrible and disgusting experiences. He was speechless when I finished telling the story. I couldn't even read what he was feeling at that time. He just left the room. Only after I got dressed did I find out that he was drinking alcohol. He took me to school but he didn't speak. His eyebrows are together and he can hardly look at me. Maybe he already hates me. Maybe he regrets that something happened between us. I admit, I felt sorry for myself... regret. But maybe it's just like that. At least, he gave me a good experience.

When I went to school the next day, I thought I would be interviewed by Prof. Roman. But not a single question, nothing. He even seems to be avoiding me. That's why I thought maybe Sandro talked to him. Maybe he told the story of what I went through. And maybe like Sandro, he hates me, too. That's good, too. At least, my life will be quiet.

I thought I would never see that man again. But after a week he was here in front of me saying he misses me. I tried to read his eyes. I could see that he was really happy to see me. I want to feel happy as well but there are more doubts in my mind. I don't want to just believe. I don't want to just trust. What if he is like the others who are nice at first? What if like others, he waits for me to trust him first and then he will use me and hurt me in the end? Yes. For the first time, someone made me feel cautious as he claimed what my body could offer. But is that enough to make me trust again? That's why instead of smiling back, I avoided looking at him and took a step back. I could clearly see the loss of his smile and the change of doubt on his face.

"Vinny, what's wrong? Don't you believe me? Don't you want to see me?" I shook my head at him even though I felt a twinge of pleasure when he called me by the name he had given me.

"Go away, Sandro. Isn't Sir already paid?" I mustered my strength to say that to him.

"Vinny..." He stepped towards me, causing me to step back in panic again.

"Sandro, what are you doing here?" We both looked at Sir Roman who had just come out of our classroom. He looked back and forth between the two of us.

"Are you going to do it now? The gang is impatient to watch your video." Sandro's arm punched him teasingly. I stared at Sandro in shock. Does that mean that his friends still don't know that something happened to us?!

"You may all rot in hell but there would be no video," he replied firmly to his friend. The professor and I both gasped - he because of the sudden rush of fear and me because of the shock of Sandro's transformation from being a gentle sheep to what seemed to be an angry lion. It seems that just one wrong word from the teacher will make him fall alive. A moment of silence passed between the three of us until the teacher removed the blockage from his throat.

"Ahmrp! Well then... I can leave you, guys. I still have class." The professor has left us. Sandro's eyes were sharp as he followed his back. I took advantage of that. I quickly turned and walked away.

"Vinny, just a minute," I heard him call. I sped up my walk but I immediately inhaled sharply and stiffened when Sandro's strong arms wrapped around me.

"Just a moment, please. Let's talk." The fierceness in his voice was gone. Now it was full of pleas.

"W-we have nothing more to talk about." I tried to get away from him but he hugged me tighter.

"We need to talk, Vinny, please. I won't let you go until you agree to talk to me." I struggled again only to be stopped. We were surrounded by students. There are whispers. Some are laughing. There are also taking pictures or maybe even videos.

"Will you come with me or will we spend the day like this? I assure you, I wouldn't mind at all," he whispered. My hair stood on end when he lightly sniffed the back of my ear. I saw the students watching our scene gasp.

"I-I'm coming with you," I forced myself to say. I didn't say anymore words. His arms loosened around my body and then he pulled my hand. I was forced to follow his quick steps if I didn't want my arms to be pulled away from my body.

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"Why do you still want to see me? What do you wanna talk about?" averting my gaze, I asked him. Here we are now at a resort. He said he wanted me to be relaxed while we were talking. He rented a cottage so that we could have privacy.

"Vinny, why do I get the feeling that you are mad at me?" he answered my question with a question. I smiled mischievously. Me? Mad at him? Maybe. But what I really feel is disappointment. Disappointment because after he praised me, he also hated me when he found out about my ugly experiences.

"Why should I be angry with you? I just can't think of any other reason for us to talk anymore. I've given what I have to give. I don't have anything more to say to you."

"Do you feel mad at the way I reacted when you told me your story?" He ignored what I said. He was just focused on my cold treatment of him.

"Should I be angry at that? It's a natural reaction. It's natural that you're disgusted of me," I flatly told him even though the truth is that it's also painful to accept that the person in front of you is openly disgusted with you.

"Hate? You? Disgusted? You're wrong, Vinny! I don't hate you! and I am not disgusted with you!" He stood up and came closer to me. I immediately stood up and stopped him before he could come near me. He stopped going to where I was.

"Vinny, why do you think that I hate you and I am disgusted with you! I don't and I am not!" He returned to his seat so I sat down, too.

"Okay, I admit. I was shocked when I heard what you have been through. I admit, I got mad. Not to you but to those filthy bastards who abused and hurt you. I was mad 'coz I wasn't there to stop those things happening to you. I wanted to avenge you. I wanted to kill them." From being calm, his jaw suddenly stiffened in anger while I was very surprised by what he said.

"W-why would you want to do that?" I asked him weakly. It took him a long time to answer. The glaze returned to his eyes as he stared at me.

"Because, Vinny... I think... I... I like you."

Shock is an understatement to describe what I am feeling right now. Sandro likes me?! He likes a disgusting person like me?!

"W-what... what d-do you mean y-you like me?" I struggled with my words.

"I mean it, Vinny. I like you. I really do. Since that night, I can't find peace anymore. I can't relax anymore. I wanted to see you again. I wanted to feel you. I wanted to feel your lips against mine ... your body against mine." He breathed deeply. He also seems to be struggling with his confession.

"Every night... every f*****g night, I hear your moans, your every whimper. I can smell your fragrance. I can taste your sweetness in my lips. Your beautiful face is etched on my mind." He laughed with no humor on it.

"I cannot explain it. The pleasure you've given me that night wouldn't worth the million your teacher owed me. It's not enough. I found my heart, body and mind wanting more. More, Vinny. More." His gaze at me intensified.

"Y-you w-want s-s-s*x?" I whispered.

I was surprised when I felt that he was already by my side and that he had lifted me ​​up.

"Didn't you hear me, Vinny? I said I want more. And having you in my arms right now makes me realize that I just don't like you. Vinny, I think... I'm already in love with you." Before I could react, his powerful lips had already met mine.