Sounds of The Moon

Chapter sixteen

Santiago POV
New Years, the time for change and adaptation. News Years is a time to reflect on prior choices you have made in life.

All week long I have been waiting for Armani.

On Monday, I texted him and told him that there was a New Years party that both me and Mar were going to attend.

I told him that the dress code was elegant, for example, suit and tie. He agreed to it and said he would come over my house today to pick me up, since Dylan is picking up Marcos.

To say I was excited was an understatement.

It was 8:00 pm which meant I had to hurry my ass up. I ran up the stairs, taking my clothes off, and into the bathroom.

Making sure I cleaned well, I grabbed the soap and scrubbed my body. I later grabbed the shampoo and conditioner, they smell like lavender.

I ran out of the shower, I was about to shave when I heard the door bell ring.

Marcos had already left with Dylan so I knew that it had to be Armani.

I texted him, telling him that there was a key on the bottom of the mat. I heard the door unlatch which meant it was him.

I calmed myself knowing it was him. 30 minutes later I walked down the stairs.

I had a navy blue tailored suit, I was wearing a white dress shirt with a burgundy tie, complimented with chocolate brown dress shoes and belt.

My hair was gelled so that the curls were visible. Once downstairs I looked at Armani, he looked so handsome in a gunmetal grey suit.

He had a black dress shirt with a black tie. He was wearing a black belt that complimented his black dress shoes.

His hair was slicked back giving him a suave look. He looked so fuckable, I just couldn't look away.

"You look stunning." I was so flattered by Manis comment.

"Thank you, don't look so bad yourself," he gave me a sexy smile before answering.

"You think I look sexy," he told me in a deep voice bringing chills to my spine.

"No I don't think you look sexy, I think you look like sex."

He came up to me and grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. He placed a passionate kiss on my lips, before slapping my ass.

I stepped outside my house to see the most expensive car in my life. At first I thought I had gotten lost but was shocked when Armani opened the car door waiting for me to get in.

If I thought the exterior was beautiful, the interior was exquisite, it had a black leather interior with dark brown wood accents.

It was a Mercedes Benz 2017. "This is the nicest car in the fucking world," I told him in complete awe.

He simply laughed at my statement. "Only the best for you baby."

I kissed him on the cheek to show my gratitude. He grabbed my face and kissed me on the lips before we made our way to the party.

We stepped out of the car, looking forward we saw the most beautiful house in the world.

It had a rustic, Greek feel to it. The house was made of garnet with gold gates.

It looked like a movie set with all the magnificent cars and the lite up house. We made our way to the back, once we passed "security" we saw Dylan and Marcos.

They both looked like famous actors in their suits.

It was now 11:55 which meant that The New Year was coming. We all made our way towards the back of the house and lifted up our champagne glasses.

"5......4.......3......2.......1, HAPPY NEW YEARS," everyone took a drink from their glasses and kissed their partners.

Armani came in for a kiss which I quickly dodged it. He looked at me with a stern face, I simply smiled.

Armani and I have never agreed to be official, plus I had never agreed to being openly public with our relationship, if you can even call it that.

He didn't talk to me for the rest of the night. The only words spoken were when he asked me if I wanted a drink.

It was 1:00 pm and I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed Armani by the arm, "Mani you haven't talked to me all night, just because I didn't kiss you in public doesn't mean that I don't like you."

He gave me a hard glare before talking to me, "Santi you just don't get it, when it's convenient for you, you go out of your way to be with me, but as soon as it comes to showing how you really feel, you retract."

I was completely shocked at his harsh tone. He had never talked to me like that before, he seemed pissed but I didn't think that what I did was that hurtful.

He knows I am a Christian and that my parents would never accept me, so I don't know what was so wrong.

We later said our goodbyes to Dylan and Marcos. Marcos was spending the night at Dylan's which means I had the house to myself.

At home, I made my way upstairs to get changed. I quickly put on my pajamas and made my way back downstairs.

Armani was waiting for me in the living room, he had already changed into his sleepwear.

I had told him stay over for the night, he told me no, but again I wasn't having it. He eventually caved and decided to stay.

I made us some dinner, which consisted of ordering pizza. I set up the pizza on the living room floor. With half the pizza already gone I decided to speak.

"Mani why did you get so mad that I didn't kiss you." He simply sighed, "it was because I love you Santi, more than you could ever know, and the fact that you won't accept us hurts."

He started to tear up in the middle of his proclamation. I never knew he loved me, I always knew he liked me, but love was another thing.

I tried speaking but he interrupted me, "don't say you understand or that you know how I am feeling, because you don't."

I had nothing to say to him, to be honest I don't know what to do. On one hand I loved him, but on the other I loved my parents and my church.

I just didn't know what do. He got up making his way towards the door, when something came out of me. I grabbed onto his waist not wanting him to move.

He tried to release my hands but I wouldn't budge. "Santiago please let go of me," his words were cut off by his tears. I felt so bad for bringing him to the point crying, I didn't know what to do.

He collapsed on the floor, not able to control his emotions. I turned around gently making sure he was okay.

I grabbed his face lightly, tilting his head so I could see his beautiful hazel eyes.

"Listen Mani, I have no clue what's going to happen, this is all so new to me, I don't want to hurt you but I don't want to hurt my parents. I do understand where you are coming from but you also have to understand were I am coming from. We both grew up completely different, but I am willing to make an effort for the guy I love."

He wiped away his tears, coming closer to my face in the process.

"You love me Santi," his voice still broken from earlier.

"Yes I do and I want us to work but both you and me have to understand boundaries and how to communicate when things don't go to plan."

He gave a a passionate kiss. Placing himself above me he grabbed my waist with one hand and my face with another.

It was filled with such peace, such passion I almost melted. "Mani are we okay," I asked him in between kisses.

"Yes we are baby." I knew that with that response everything was going to be okay or will it?