Tell Me Your Secrets

Day fourteen

He wraps his arms around me when i get to the library parking lot, a huge smile on his face. “I missed you.”

“We saw each other three days ago.”

“Three days too long.” He kisses me hard, and i smile wide.

“I missed you too.”

“How is your sister?”

“She’s smiling now, so we’re good. Thanks for asking.”

“Of course.”

“How are you?”

“Sad.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t get to kiss you for three days and make you blush underneath my touch.” He runs his fingers on my cheek and immediately i blush, biting my lip. “It’s beautiful.”

I smack his chest. “Stop it. We have to get this done, it’s due in two days.”

“Oh c’mon, everyone knows about them, i could write it in two hours.”

“If we get it done now, I’ll let you feel me up in the bathroom.”

“Deal.” He grabs my hand and yanks me into the library and to the only empty table. He’s moving so fast my feet can barely keep up. I set my bag down when he finally lets go of me, and take out the books, which makes his mouth drop.

“You found books? I assumed WiFi? It’s 2017. We have phones!”

“And i prefer books.”

He grabs one and grumbles something to himself, before speaking up. “Fine. I’ll deal with them, but i already know enough for the poster board.”

“Oh?”

“They did drug trafficking, human trafficking, murder hits, corrupt cops, corrupt people, they took over New York in the 80s. It’s common sense.”

“Fine.” I grab out my notebook, and slide it to him. “Write it down, in three to four sentences, and make it two pages long so we can fit it on the poster board, with pictures.”

He looks at it, then at me, and narrows his eyes. “Okay, i see the point.” He mumbles.

“Mhm. So we have to look at paragraphs and change all of it, if you weren’t obsessed making out with me, we would be done.”

“If you were okay with me coming over, we would be done.”

“f**k off.”

He laughs, setting the book down and standing. “Alright, i know what to do, you print pictures, we’ll meet tomorrow, c’mon.” He grabs my shirt and yanks me up. “I was promised making out.” He grabs my hand and walks me swiftly to the bathroom, shutting the stall shut.

He pins me against the wall, and kisses me, so i tangle my fingers in his hair, while he grips my ass. A lot of very pleasing dry rubbing happens, which is amazing. I haven’t been this close to someone in so long, i made out with Trent in the locker room after his football game, two years ago. But not with someone i like.

He’s the first to break the kiss, both of us dragging air in, but he just continues, moving his lips down my throat and neck, kissing everywhere above the shoulders. I gently tug on his hair, and he moves his head up and back to my lips, kissing me, moving my hands up and pinning them against the wall.

The door to the bathroom opens, and instantly he stops, both of us trying to quietly pant. Though i am the first to move my body, to get whatever is in my back out, but then something hits my front and he gasps. I look down and hold in my laugh, waiting until the bathroom grows silent and we’re alone again.

“Hello there.”

“I haven’t rubbed on anyone for a while.”

“Me either.” He whispers.

“Oh god i really want to have sex.” I whisper, and only by the look on his face do i realize i said it loud enough for him to hear.

“Mm, me too.” He runs his thumb on my lips.

“You have to wait. So, move so i can place my jacket to this and go home and take care of it.”

“i can help.” He says seductively.

“You don’t get to see until month two.”

He grumbles. “what about me?”

“Month two Damien.” I breathe against his lips and he closes his eyes.

“What is it about you?” He whispers, resting his hands by my head. “You make me question everything. Everything i shouldn’t be questioning.”

“LIke what?”

“Like why are you the only one that can make me feel like this?”

“At least you feel.” Is the only stupid thing i can f*****g say.

So f*****g stupid, Enzo.

He smiles, resting his forehead on mine. “I’ll call you tonight?”

“Yeah.”

He kisses me, a soft loving kiss, rather than starting to make out. Which, i like more. To feel love.

We walk out of the bathroom and i tie my jacket around my waist, tying the sleeves on my waist to hide everything.

“So, you’re just going to walk with that?” He whispers down to me as we exit the library.

“Oh yeah. It’s only two blocks.”

I smile. “You better call.” I kiss him hard, and then turn to walk away before it gets worse again.

I feel like a stupid teenager again. I hate it.

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“So, you wanna tell me why you were in the bathroom for fifteen minutes?” Lucy asks as she walks into the room, and i gather the pictures for the poster board.”

“Nope.”

“Right, have something to do with Damien?”

“Mind your business Lucy.”

“You like him?”

I frown at the pictures. I do like him, but having to admit it to someone other than him, a failing member, it feels wrong. We were told to never get close to anyone, and i yelled at Lucy for doing it, and now here i am, doing it.

“He helps me not feel lonely.” It’s the best lie i can come up with on the spot, though not wrong.

“So, that explains your hickey then?”

“Where!” I snap, and grab my phone moving the camera around my neck so i can see, spitting it right on the left side. All dark and red. “No!” I breathe, setting my hand to it and looking at her causally, like i didn’t just freak out. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She smiles. “Less teeth is better.”

I laugh, falling on the bed. “God Lucy, i can’t get him out of my f*****g head.

“So, don’t.”

“Oh right, because falling in love with a guy that is mysterious and can never know about what and who we really are isn’t a good idea.”

“But..”

I look at her, watching her sit on the bed and grumble in annoyance.

“But whenever I’m with him i almost forget about the fear i have. What we are, what we must be. It’s almost like I’m free, and..the pain i felt coming home, knowing i couldn’t see Nick, or have a life, it’s gone when i see him. And you would think after two weeks it wouldn’t be like that but it is. I don’t know why him, I’m so lost.”

“Well, i felt like that with Alexi, and he wants to murder me so.”

I laugh. “What a way to make me feel better, you bitch.”

She laughs. “You know, dad will want to know why you are smiling so much after three years of not.”

“And dad will hate him, he doesn’t know I’m gay. Nick was hidden very well. I’ll figure it out i guess, in the meantime he doesn’t get to see anything below the belt before two months. So when two months hit, I’ll tell dad. Maybe. I don’t know.”

“I’d still love you my little big brother.”

I laugh. “Just because you were born ten minutes before doesn’t make you older. Same day!”

“Ah shut up.” She falls on her bed, sighing. “I’m thinking of sleeping with Braxton.”

My phone rings, and I practically leap to it, i couldn’t care less who it is, as long as i can never have this conversation again.

“I’ll be waiting!” She yells after me.

I shut the front door to the apartment, and stand in the hallway. “Yeah?”

“Mm, miss me?”

I look at the name and laugh. “Damien. Yes, actually.”

“You better, i miss you. Even though it’s been..thirty minutes?”

I giggle. “Yeah. You’re obsessed with me, go ahead, admit it.”

“Alright, maybe you’re my weakness, but that’s all it is, don’t get your hopes up.”

He hangs up, and i laugh, walking out of the hallway and to the stairs