Mattia Polibio🤩

Part 7🤡

I get into his room and sit down on the side of the bed. He walks in standing in front of me, mumbling under his breath but I couldn't make out what he had said. He sits down next to me -

" you look beautiful," he said still staring right into my eyes. "Thank you," I said trying to break eye contact. He made my heart pound, I was not scared though. I don't know what it was about him but I wanted more, he was intoxicating. He gently puts his hand on the side of my face so I could look at him.

*Mattias POV*
I looked at her in her eyes, them eyes. Her bright, blue eyes stared back at me. Fuck. What was I getting into? I couldn't take it any longer I had to make her mine. I looked at her lips and she started to smile, I knew she wanted it too. I leaned in kissing her slowly. I lifted her up by her waist claiming her into my embrace. The kiss became a lot more passionate. She started to unzip my trousers, I quickly took off her top and flipped her so she was beneath me on the bed. I kissed her body tracing down from her neck to her stomach. Our bodies moving in sync with each other. " do you want this" I whispered in between kissing her neck. "yes" she said while letting out a small moan.

*Amaras POV*
His touch was deadly, making me want more with each kiss. It might have been the alcohol talking but I was ready for this...my first time. Suddenly he looked me deep into the eyes and said:" we can't do this". My eyes began to tear up as I put on my clothes quickly and ran out of the room. I locked myself in the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, the tears came rolling down quick enough. Why? Was this a game to him? " its okay Amara, DO NOT let him get to you" I reassured myself. I redid my foundation and applied some eyelashes that I had in my bag to try and make it look like I have not been crying. I walk out of the bathroom with my head held high, remembering who the fuck I am. A boy making ME cry? Never again. I went to find Hayley, after about 5 minutes of trying to find her I decided to just go and get a drink. And another. And another. Around 9 drinks later I decided to stop. I knew I was drunk and I knew I would regret it tomorrow but I had to drown out the embarrassment that had just happened...