This Could Turn Into Something (oneshots)

I'm not in love

Cyril/Levi

His kisses were soft at first but they picked up. I could taste him. His hands gripped my hair. I took him by the waist to pull him closer. He tore away. “I love you.” His eyes glistened. I backed up into the wall, nearly falling to the floor. I searched his face for any trace of doubt.

“Cyr-” His lips were back on mine. He kissed my jawline and then over to my neck where he bit the tender skin. I liked the feeling of his hands on my body. He was gentle. I pushed him off of me. “What do you want to do? I can't. You know I can't let this kind of stuff to happen between us.”

“Do you love me?” Cyril asked.

I pressed my head against the wall. “Cyril...” I sighed.

“Do you love me?” He repeated. “If you can tell me to my face that you don't love me then I'll go. I'll just be your friend.”

I saw his hand twitch. “I don't love you.” I kept my eyes on his hand.

“Look at me and say it then!” His breath hitched.

I grabbed both sides of his face. “I do not love you!” I watched the tears slip from his eyes. He ran out the door and shut it with a slam. I fell to the floor with my head in my hands.