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Chapter Fifteen | 'Cup of Joe'

I close the door behind me and allow the bathroom to steam up whilst I go to my wardrobe to take some medicine. I shuffle through my things, sliding my shirt over my head and once i turn around, I receive the fright of my life, I grab onto my chest as my eyes link with his.

Diávolos.

"W-What are you doing here?" I whisper, he analyses my half naked body. I yank a shirt from my wardrobe and slip it over my clothes. He pushes his feet from my wall and makes his way over to me, towering over my small frame. His fingers graze my neck, and I knew exactly what he wanted to know, where is my necklace?

He didn't need to ask, he just looked at me. "Cathy ripped it of by accident, it went down the drain. I'm sorry." He shakes his head.

"Mántepse óti tha prépei na sou dóso éna kainoúrgio..."

[Guess I'll have to give you a new one]

He pulls the mask over his mouth and clutches the back of my neck, and I raise an eyebrow, not understanding a word. He presses his mouth against my neck and tilts my jaw with his hands as he pushes me against him.

I gently gasp as I feel his mouth pressing down on my skin like a vampire, and I softly groan.

My fingers were itching to run through his hair, but they couldn't. He slams me against the wall next to my cupboard and sucks me in even tighter.

My tummy flutters, "Diávolos..." I murmur, completely forgetting that Cathy is directly across the room.

But this feels too good to be true; I've never had anything like this done to me before. He kisses my jaw and then reaches for my mouth, only slightly leaning in.

Green is supposed to be the most powerful colour since it ushers in the new season after the passing of winter days, and his eyes were born with a green tone that reminded us of sunshine and flower blooms, and I saw him staring at me.

"Can-Can i feel your hair?" A stupid question to ask, but I wanted to touch him, feel him against my skin. He looks away, gently lifting my hands with his. Tingles flutter.

He lifts the back of his mask and allows my hands to rest onto his hair, I don't take any chances to brush my hands through his locks. Thick locks.

"A-A-Ali...hello!" I slip my hand away from his hair and turn towards the bathroom. I rush and open the door, to see Cathy up and changed into the pyjamas I leant her. She pushes past me, and my heart quickens.

She's going to see Diávolos, I sprint after her and see her face planted on my bed, snoring. I turn to see Diávolos sitting on my desk chair, his legs spread out. She didn't notice him; she took up my entire single bed. I think she forgets that I don't own a double bed. I make my way towards Diávolos, only to notice his fist. Bruised.

"Do you like killing people?" I ask him, grazing my thumb over the bruises.

"Yes." He replies honestly.

"Why?" He shrugs his shoulders.

"Wear your shoes." 

He demands, standing up from the small chair. I didn't even ask another question; I grab my  boots and slip them on before following him down my balcony. He helps me on the last step, and I see a beautiful motorcycle against the wall of my house, he grabs the helmet and turns to me.

"Where are we going?" He doesn't respond. Instead, he lowers the helmet and elevates my head to assist me in securing it. He snatches the jacket off the back of the seat and puts it on me. As I see him push the helmet over his face, he puts his leg over and settles himself on it, I zip it up. I creep up behind him, clutching the hook in the back.

"You should hold onto me," what? Before I could even think, we zoom out. I scream in shock and grab onto his waist. Tightening my grip around him, I shut my eyes tightly. "Open." The wind was pushing my hair back, I did not open my eyes. Because I was scared. "Open your eyes Angelos,"

I take a deep breath and decide to open them. And I'm glad he pushed me to do it because the city lights come into view as the wind clashes on my hands and bare legs. I sit up straight and take a glance around, my hands resting on his stomach before gliding up to his neck as I raise myself. I couldn't stop laughing; this was fantastic! Beautiful! The city, with its busy streets and traffic. The metropolis.

Diávolos raises his eyes to me as we come to a halt at a red light, and he motions for me to take a seat in front of him. He removes my helmet and hangs it, along with his, on the back hook. My chest was plastered against his, and my legs were draped across his thighs.

"Diávolos..." I murmur, my arms tightening around his neck. My eyes widen as he starts driving. What is going on!

He is watching me, not the road.

My heart is racing with fear, but something inside me tells me to believe in him. When we come to another red light, he removes his mask and places his lips on mine.

It felt like a dream, his kiss. I press my hands against his cheeks as people in the back begin cheering and clinking their glasses, I laugh against his lips. He releases and stares into my eyes, his forehead resting on mine. "Thymísou me tou Ángelos..."

I placed my head on his shoulders the entire time he turned back to my house. I pretend to fall asleep because I don't want him to leave me. He gets off his bike and nudges me to wake up, but I don't.

I tightly lock my legs around his waist as he sighs and stands up before carrying me in his arms. He walks into my room and gently settles me down beside Cathy on the bed, sliding my boots off; I feel his lips on my mouth before they are no longer there.

I lift myself up from the bed and notice the closed balcony doors, I sigh. Upset. I-Am-Am I falling in love? What does love even to feel like?

Thymísou me tou Ángelos

What does that mean?

Who are you Diávolos...?