Our Mystic Bond Chapter 10 My First Movement

As soon as I get home, everything's dead quietly terrorizing me. No voices, no one wandering desperately in the living room.

I take off my jacket and hang it on the monk looking back across the long hallway, but still the place looks completely empty.

I cross the quiet of the house when unarticulated screams from the right door appear in my earpiece, which makes me open it a little, as long as it takes to sneak in. Jason, under the bar, lifts several weights, puffing hard, struggling to maintain his energy. He looks agitated, like something's pushing him.

Sweat drips down his macaw t-shirt as his arms are stretched to push the pole out of his chest. With each push his breath separates his lungs and the veins in his hands pulsate. His black hair flies in different directions soaked in the power that sparks him. His fit legs remain in the same position maintaining the balance of his body.

And with this particular spectacle I catch my breath, when our eyes intersect sharply. I stare at his green diamonds as he leaves the pole on the floor and lifts his torso. His chest rises and falls at an incredible speed and his juicy lips half open. A large layer of sweat embedded in his forehead, with some droplets rolling down to the neckline of the blouse. My fingers are tangled in the door knob and he, without wasting time, gets up from his position and heads towards me.

A wrinkle of rage forms between his eyebrows and without realizing it his fingers become entangled in my wrist to grab me violently. With his free palm he closes the door loudly and sticks my back on it. He approaches his face close to mine and looks at me angrily. I find it difficult to speak, I find it difficult to even breathe.

<> his voice from exhaustion and anger turns to heavy. The bass raises the level.

<> I can not finish as long as his gaze is fixed on mine.

<> He is getting closer and I am forced to raise my head because of the height difference. Our lips at a distance of millimeters. My heart is pounding and I feel extremely uncomfortable. I do not like it when someone encroaches on my personal space.

<> He smiles ironically as he bites his lower lip, blushing the most. I take a deep breath and give my body the courage it needs.

<> I ask timidly and he moves away enough, offering me the breath I had forgotten for so long.

<> and turns his panting body in the opposite direction, grabbing the gym equipment again to complete his program. So without wasting more time I take my legs and disappear in front of him. As soon as I close the door I let my back rest on the object in order to take the breath I longed for.

<> I exclaim in my nonsense and move to the kitchen to prepare the family dinner when in the living room I notice Dimitra inserting two pills in her mouth. The way she looks around reveals the guilt she feels which forces me to stay hidden in the wall until she finishes her work.

<> I say, and she turns to me, supposedly happy. She approaches me and after caressing my shoulder amicably greets me politely.

> he smiles at me and after I nod I go to the place where I have to be.

As soon as I enter the kitchen I close the door and take my old mobile phone out of the pocket of my frayed jeans. I start looking for the name of that child from the orphanage in my few contacts. On the second ring he accepts my call.

<> He says abruptly, as he always does, rolling his eyes as a sign of indignation.

<< Yvonne. I need supplies. >>