Page 104 of Moonstruck at Midnight
Thomas excused himself to take a call, and I closed my eyes for a while.
Twenty minutes later, Thomas came back and laid down on the bed beside me. The pleasant effect of the medication was taking over my senses. The knots around my body untangled, my mind wasn’t jumping from thought to thought, and everything felt delicious.
“I miss this … us,” he whispered in my ear. The tingling sensation of his breath against my responsive skin was so inviting.
“Mhm,” replied my medication to him.
I was zoned out—there but not—surrounded by a happy fog. I was not myselfat all.
“I’m so glad you’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay from now on, I promise.” He drew a line down my arm with his finger, making me shudder. “I promise.”
He leaned in to kiss me, and I allowed him to do it. His soft, familiar lips were comforting, and I foolishly yielded into the feel-good sensation of it. I ran my fingers through his smooth hair. He placed his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to him.
What an idiot! Me, of course. Not him. He knew what he was doing. I was drugged, and he probably took advantage of it. And I never could resist his kisses. They were soooo good.
Someone get me a time machine.
A voice in the distance quickly closed in, but I had immersed myself in the kiss.
My bedroom door was open. I started to piece what the voice began to say as it made its final approach. But Thomas’s lips were firmly locked in with mine—unwilling to disengage.
“Kitchen’s off-limits indefinitely.From now on,Guille,you leave the cooking to—” The voice came to an abrupt halt, and I pulled away from Thomas to see William standing at the threshold. It took me a few seconds to react and understand that William wasactuallystanding there with a burning look on his face. My body slowly thawing on the floor.
“I see you’re doing much better now. Good as new … I think I’ll get go—”
No,no,no,no,no.
Don’t think it!Say it!
“No!” I somehow managed to shout as he turned around to leave. “William, please!” He froze and looked at me over his shoulder. “Please,” I said again, mostly to myself. Thomas shot straight up from the bed to his feet.
William turned around to face me but said nothing. His eyes were waiting for me to speak. The medication baffled my brain and made my head feel heavier by the second.
There was so much I wanted to say to both of them, yet I couldn’t piece two words together. Starting with wanting Thomas to leave and William to stay.
I sighed. Slowly. And a discouraged tear streamed down my face.
I fucked up. Bad.
Thomas took a quick look at me, then turned around to face William—evaluating us. I couldn’t face him now; he’d figure it out. But on the corner of my eye, I saw him … nostrils flared, scowl in place, and hand curled up into a tight fist.
“I see now,” Thomas said, his arms crossed firmly in front of his chest. I could hear William’s heavy breathing, loud and clear. I tried to sit up again. I hated being stuck in this bed, watching this scene unfold in front of me like a movie—the kind that’s so shitty that you have to stay till the end.
I COULDN’T UNDERSTANDif Thomas was enjoying himself or merely suffering when he started asking questions. It was a masochistic hybrid of both states.
“This—is your Swedish neighbor, correct?” Thomas asked me. He saidthisas if he were referring to an object. I nodded. “So, you’re into fucking celebrities now? Is that what this is about?”
What is he talking about?I grimaced in response to his allegations.
William’s face was scorching red, and his knuckles were white from the strength with which he held a fist in place. His nostrils flared too, his mouth a thin line.
He hates me.
“You better watch your mouth, kid,” he said with a grim, dark, menacing tone.
Thomas snorted with a cynical laugh and gnawed at his bottom lip.
“What—I-I don’t understand.” I looked at William for answers, but he wouldn’t speak to me. His face reminded me of a pot with boiling water, crackling at the lid from the building pressure.
