#8:

He smelled like soap. A kind of floral soap, clean and soft.
He tasted like… (and here I have to put some cliché, I know, but no. I want this to be as honest as possible), Matt tasted of warm lips and saliva.
Yeah, but I was liking it. I was really liking those lips and that saliva. So much so that my heart raced.
"Stay here with me," he broke the kiss and murmured against my lips, putting my hair behind my ear. "don't give a shit about what that envious Mark says."
“I can't. I don't want you to fight with your brother over me.”
“That's impossible.” He smiled sarcastically. “We've been fighting for you since our third year.”
He looked for my mouth again, but I turned my face away.
"Why?" I inquired uneasily.
“Because…”
He couldn't answer, because the bedroom door was flung open.
“Matt, Rosario isn’t here. Her things are still in her room but... Oh!”
"Ramses!" Matt yelled, finally seeming to have woken up. He sat up, sitting on the bed while I tried to hide under a pillow.
"I didn’t seen a thing, I don't know a thing, bye!" exclaimed the youngest of the three, slamming the door shut.
Matt chuckled, running his fingers through his hair and giving me a mischievous look.
"So…" he looked at me. "you tried to rape me," he accused in a serious tone.
I didn’t answer. It is true that I had practically fucked him with the thought... but I wasn’t going to own to it...
"You're not fooling me, Mowgli... you've turned as red as a tomato," he crooned.
Yes, my cheeks burned, but I couldn't confess that I had behaved like a stalking psychopath, full of impure and lustful thoughts, while he snored like a god.
“You are the rapist.” I defended myself getting out of his bed. “I came to ask you to take me back to Uni and I ended up being kissed!”
"I liked it," he commented, adopting a predatory expression, crawling over the mattress, coming closer to me.
"Are you crazy?" I yelled.
"Yes," he whispered flirtatiously. "Come here!"
"No!" I yelled again, running terrified, to and fro inside his room. I didn't want to go out into the corridor, I didn't want to risk stumbling into the other Montalvo twin while running away from Matt’s room. I didn't even want to imagine the fight between them if that happened.
"Rosario, stay still.”
"Take me back."
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
He looked at me through his lashes, smiling.
"Do I make you nervous?"
I swallowed dry.
"N…no. You don’t." I stammered.
His smile grew much wider and downright sinister.
"Do you like me?" he asked, biting his lower lip, getting out of bed and walking towards me.
I compressed my lips. Matt was coming, slowly, like a male model in boxers, my mouth went dry, my throat burned. He might be the killer, but he was too sexy an alleged killer for my emotional stability.
"You've turned pale, Rosario." His tone had completely changed. He was no longer playful at all, he was serious. “It's ok, the game is over. Get out. I'm going to get dressed and I'll take you back. Pick up your things.”
"Ok," I whispered, turning around.
I opened the door and peeked into the corridor, in case Mister neanderthal was there, he was nowhere to be found. So I got out and went to my room.
During the few minutes I waited for Matt to get dressed, I found myself pondering about all recent events, weekend had felt like a roller coaster. I'd left the door open, and when Matt walked past me, I grabbed my things and headed out into the hallway.
"Allow me, I'll take it," he whispered, taking the heavy travel bag from me, briskly heading for the main door.
We went through the living room and Ramses was sitting on the floor, in front of the television, playing a video game. He was wearing blue jean shorts, up to his knees, and he was bare-chested.
I rolled my eyes, looking at the ceiling.
That was my day to seescantily clscantily cla, Apparently. Ramses saw we were approaching and smiled sarcastically, Mark appeared on the periphery of my sight, unlike Ramses, he looked at us with contortee face in a grimace of disgust.
"I see you've come to your senses, little brother," he spat mockingly. "Goodbye, Ramona."
Matt tensed by my side I saw in his face that he was ready to pounce on his twin again, but I placed my hand on his tense bicep and squeezed gently over the top of his clothing. He looked away from Mark, directing his gaze at me, and I shook my head.
I went ahead, opening the front door and going out.
Matt found the car keys, we put my things in his trunk and we left.
"He's a jerk," he mumbled, "I should punch his face more often."
“I think he will have that black eye for a few days.” I commented. Nervously looking at the tiny wound on his lower lip.” Does it hurt?
“ What hurts?”
"The wound on your lip."
He ran the tip of his tongue over the cut , and I swear I bristled.
“ It doesn’t hurt. This morning I got kissed me and someone sang to me "sana, sana, culito de rana..."
I rolled my eyes. Within minutes we were back in the dorms, Matt carried my belongings up, and I was greeted by the sight of the shiny new door. Which had three locks.
Matt hesitated for a moment and I stepped forward.
“Thank you. For consoling me while I was crying yesterday, for taking me to your house and for… fixing my door.”
"Who told you?" he asked tensely.
“Mark did.- I lied.- I was hungry last night and we had a run-in in the kitchen.”
"That's why you were in such a hurry to get out this morning," he commented, looking at me out of the corner of his eye.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. Keys, please?” - I demanded.
He searched in his pockets until he extracted a key chain which contained the three of them. He handed it to me, while explaining which key opened which lock.
When we were inside, I busied myself arranging my clothes and belongings inside my locker.
"Why don't you lock it up?"
"I lost it’s key, a long time ago."
"Oh."
He remained seated on the mattress while I put my things in order and when I finished he asked me:
“Are you hungry? We could go for some pizzas, if you're up for it.”
“Matt, look… I…”
"I understand, okay. What happened this morning was a mistake, I was half asleep and you've never had a boyfriend so blame it all on hormones. It’s ok, I swear. Now can we go get something to eat and try to keep being friends?
My mouth was open, I was ready to say I don't know what nonsense, but I quickly shut it.
Really? Matt and I could we be …friends? I thought.
But he liked me.
So?
At that moment my stomach rumbled and I compressed my lips into a grimace.
"Do you know of any place where I could get some pineapple pizza?" I asked.
“Yes, I know the best.”