Chapter thirty-two
Novah
I wake up and notice that I'm somehow on top of Matt. His arms are draped over my back. I'm really hot right now and I'm thirsty. I'll just go down to the kitchen quickly. The pants that were on the dresser are gone so I decided to just go down in my white t-shirt. It barely covers my ass but nobody will be awake anyway. I get out of the bed and walk over to the door, careful not to wake Matt. I walk downstairs and into the kitchen, tiptoeing so that I don't wake up anybody. When I reach the kitchen I open the fridge and see a bottle of water. I take it out of the fridge and leaning against the counter, I open it, taking a sip.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here." I turn around and see a Tall, dirty blonde guy wearing a black hoodie and some red basketball shorts. He moves closer to me and I back up against the counter. I pull down my white t-shirt.
"Oh, it's too late for that," he says and looks me up and down. Something about him seems...off. He seems very...suspect. "What are you doing down here this late at night. And in...that", he points at the t-shirt, "Nonetheless. You do know that this is a frat house." I nod my head, in slight fear of his intentions. He moves closer to me and I can smell the liquor on his breath. His body is almost touching mine.
"Yeah, I just came down here for some water. I was just going back up." I try to move around him but he grabs my hand.
"Hey, don't you wanna talk?" I turn around and face him.
"No, I'm really tired...."
"What the fuck are you doing Dylan?" I turn around and see Matt shirtless in a pair of shorts.
"Oh, hey Matt" he says casually. I slowly walk over to and stand next to Matt.
"Are you fucking high? Don't touch her," he says dangerously. "Ever." Dylan looks defeated.
"It's just a girl. Chill." Matt looks as if he's about to beat the living shit out of Dylan.
"What did you just say?" he whispers. I take Matt's hand.
"I'm tired. Can we go back to bed?" Matt's face softens and he takes my hand. He gives Dylan a piercing glare and turns and leads me upstairs.
"I'm sorry." I squeak, as we're walking up the stairs.
"It's not your fault. He's an asshole. Did he touch you?" I can hear his voice reheating.
"Not really. But it's fine. I shouldn't have come down here without pants on."
"No. If anybody around here ever touches you, you tell me. I'll kick their ass. You just fucking saved Dylan's life." We walk into his room and he sweeps me off of my feet, in the dark. Matt lays me out on the bed and lays beside me. I turn to him and kiss him.
"That was very manly of you to stick up for me." he caresses my face and places a delicate kiss on my lips.
"Anything for you, mi Amor" he purrs. I'm no expert on Spanish but I know that 'mi Amor' means, my love. I decide not to ask about it in fear that he'll brush it off. I lay my head on his chest and the rhythm of his breathing lulls me to sleep.
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