Chapter 30: Hot

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For once, I paid for the dinner. He hadn't noticed but when he was in his room, changing into something comfy and letting his suitcases in there, -yes, he came from the airport straight to my house-, I ordered some pizza. He was surprised when somebody rang the intercom. He almost asked him to leave since somehow in a matter of minutes, I forgot I had ordered it. I quickly told him it was my treat. He wasn't happy but hey, what could he do about it? Throw it away?

We ate as we chatted, about possible future plans he may have. He was a little off, as if he was lost in his thoughts. I could sense he was also feeling sad and probably tired. Even though he didn't have a good relationship with his parents, or for that matter, none at all, I could understand how much it hurt him to know they didn't accept him.

"What about your mom? Have you talked to her?" I grabbed a slice of pizza from the table before I leaned back on the couch and lifted my knee up against my chest again. The pizza place was just around the corner so it was still incredibly hot. I burnt my lip with the melted cheese and gasped, fanning my mouth right after.

Nico chuckled, the sound making me warm inside. He reached for a napkin and handed it to me, an amused expression on his face. I murmured a quick thanks and wiped my mouth.

Nico became serious once again. "Yeah, I talked to her, asking for help. But she basically said some stupid shit about how I was old enough to live by my own. She said that if my father thought that was the right thing to do, she didn't want to contradict him." He scoffed. "She's a coward. She doesn't want to confront him. She has an open mind, I mean, she works in the fashion world, she can't afford not to, but she doesn't want to be attached to anything, or anyone. I'm a burden for her and she doesn't want to know anything about me." He smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I kind of always knew how they were. I don't know why I always pushed it to the back of my mind, I guess I didn't wanna see it. That's why I always hid my sexuality from them." He glanced at me. He hadn't eaten anything yet. "You know, you expect people to be homophobic, just not your dad."

"Nico-"

"Cara," his gaze intense as he turned to me. He still hadn't eaten anything. "I think I owe you an apology."

"An apology?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, what I said about your family... your family is really nice, Cara." He looked down at his hands. I stopped eating and lowered my leg. I wasn't expecting him to say that.

"Well, they have their things..." I muttered.

"Yeah, we all do. But they care. You're lucky to have them." He pressed his lips together.

I gave him a tight smile and let the pizza slice on the table. I approached him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders, letting him do the same around my waist. It felt weird how comfortable I had gotten around him. I remember the first days I couldn't even look at him in the eyes. I mean, I still struggled with that, but now it was for a whole other reasons. Like the fiery blush that crept my neck up to my cheeks.

"I can be your family." I told him pulling away. "You can see me as..." I poked my cheek with my tongue pensively and smiled at him when I got it. "As your little sister."

Nico chuckled. "Little sister?" He shook his head and smirked, raising one of his dark eyebrows. "I'd rather you be more like a stepsister."

I frowned. Why would he prefer a stepsister when he could have the real one? Maybe he wasn't used to have siblings? "Mhm... okay?"

He laughed. For the first time today, he laughed. And he laughed hard.

"Was that a joke?" I asked confused. "I don't get it."

But he just laughed harder, holding his stomach as he leaned back on the couch. My lips started stretching up in a smile just at the sight of him, but I still didn't know what was going on. He looked happy for just one moment, his eyes closed as he sobered up, the hand on his stomach slowly steadying with his breathing. He opened his eyes, licked his lips and looked at me. "Gosh, you're so cute."


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"There are more blankets in this closet if you're cold." He opened a few doors and I sat on the bed, watching him as he explained some things. I didn't understand why giving me so many details. "I'll be in Luca's room, it's at the end of the hallway to the left in the living room. I think you've been there..." He sighed and rested his hands on his hips as he stared at me.

I stood up. "W-wait. You're not sleeping here?"

"Uhm." He scratched the back of his head. "There are two bedrooms, I thought you'd be more comfortable if I slept there.

"But-" I glanced around, the bedroom too big for my liking. Even if I had slept here one day, it was unconsciously, I didn't know this place.

"What?" He felt my nervousness and took a step forward.

"I'm not used to sleeping alone." I muttered. He frowned, not seeming to understand. "I mean-" I cleared my throat. "I always shared my room. I'm kind of-"

"Scared?" He tried amused.

"I'm not scared." I scoffed. "It's just weird. It feels lonely."

"You're saying you want me to sleep with you?" He asked, the playful tone never leaving his voice.

"I did not say that, but if you insist." I murmured as I shrugged. "You sleep on the side next to the door and I'll sleep here."

"Scared of a monster walking in?" He chuckled.

I frowned and shook my head, grabbing one of the many pillows and putting it away. "More like something real. Like a man or... I don't know."

"I'm a man." He stated, putting away the pillows on his side.

"You're Nico." I said, as if that was the only explanation needed.

"Oh." He smiled. "Glad to know I have my own category now."

When we pulled the covers down, I raised my head, my eyes meeting his at the other side of the bed. His face was just illuminated by the lamp on his bed side table. The shadows around his features not letting me decipher his expression.

"Are you sure you want me to sleep here with you?"

Last time I fell asleep. Now I was willingly doing it.

"Yeah." I said softly.

As we got under the covers, I remembered last time I was this close with a man. The man that ruined my relationships with the opposite sex.

The man that ruined me.

"What?" He chuckled.

I didn't notice I was staring at him as he grabbed something from the nightstand, his t-shirt raising up a bit, showing a canvas of blank ink.

"W-what's that?" I asked, nodding to something he grabbed.

"It's a cream I need to put on for my scars." He bit his lips and showed it to me. "Do you mind if I put it on? I rather do it lying down."

I shook my head.

Grasping his T-shirt from the back, he lifted it up, displaying the muscles in his back. He leaned back against the headboard again and I could see him clearly. I didn't wanna stare but it was as if my eyes had another idea. His chest and arms were splattered with tattoos and he looked stronger and in general, bigger than I thought.

"I know. It's disgusting." He mumbled, removing the cap of the tube.

"What is-?" I asked, as if he had offended me. His tattoos were disgusting? I loved them. Just then, did I notice the big scar than went down his chest to the middle part of his stomach. It was scary. Not the scar itself, but thinking about what he had gone through. The car accident, the surgeries. "Wow. I didn't notice."

"Oh." He looked at me surprised, then frowned. "Then what were you staring at?" He asked amused.

Nico lowered down his pants, what looked like his underwear along with them too. I caught my breath. What was he doing? My face started to feel hot, the blush growing fiery on my cheeks. He stopped at some point, just showing a small part of his hip. His obliques were pronounced and I couldn't help but lower my eyes a little more.

"You- you are just stronger than I thought you'd be." I swallowed hard and mentally face palmed myself. I could've said a million things. The more than thirty tattoos he had all over his body for example? No, that didn't seem like a good idea. I needed to embarrass myself like that.

He smirked at me, rubbing the cream on his scars. "I've been working out a bit in rehab. Although these muscles are mostly because I'm skinny as fuck." He laughed.

I wanted to hide under the covers, I felt a tingling sensation on my lower stomach, and why not, a little bit lower too, and I felt incredibly hot. Why did I come here? Why did I accept? This wasn't good, I didn't like this feeling at all.

As I tried to calm down, I lied down on my back, staring at the ceiling.

"Do you remember we had a deal? I was supposed to show you my tattoos if you let me see you skate."

"I always forget things." I simply said, breathing slowly, trying to ignore the urge of looking to my right.

"Well, I don't." He said. "Wanna see them? I can tell you what they mean."

Was he doing it on purpose? Was he aware of the effect he had on me?

He couldn't be that mean, could he?

"Maybe another time." I turned to my left side and stared out the big windows. "Goodnight."

He stayed quiet for a moment and after a few seconds, he turned off the lights. "Goodnight."

Knowing that he was so close behind me, the low grunt he let out after lying down and the warmth he spread, only managed to make the tingling sensation even stronger. He stirred and I could feel him even closer, his knee brushing the back of leg.

"Did I do something wrong?" Nico asked softly.

"No." I subconsciously dragged my leg back, longing for a little contact. His knee pressed against my skin. "Why?"

"You seemed mad." Nico lifted his leg a bit, rubbing against mine as he slowly rested his calf on top of mine.

I caught my breath.

"I'm just..." HORNY. "Tired and... cold."

Cold? I felt as if I was inside an oven.

"You're cold?" He asked, voice low and husky.

I stayed quiet.

Cara for God's sake, pull yourself together.

"Yes."

"I can... put my arms around you, if you want."

Cara, no, no, no. What are you doing? Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it-

"Okay." I whispered.

Nico got a little closer. I could feel his warm body against mine, his fingers slowly brushing my back on the way to my waist. He finally let his hand on the mattress, really close to my stomach. His chest, now covered with the T-shirt, pressed against my back as his arm held me tighter.

I felt his breath on my neck. "Better?" He whispered in my ear.

"Hmh." I nodded.

"Goodnight."

I breathed out slowly and tried to relax as I closed my eyes. "Goodnight."

How am I supposed to sleep now?

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Buenas nochesss! It's pretty late here but I just finished this chapter and wanted to update. Hope you liked it!

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