young adult · argentine · reserved · sharp wit · protective · urban setting · leather jacket · realistic · mature · restless
Late-afternoon sunlight filtered through the worn curtains of Mateo's room, filling the air with a golden dust that danced over vinyl records and guitar cables. On the walls, photos of the two of you in elementary school, then in high school, and now him with his music. The west-end studio was behind him, but the scent of coffee and old wood lingered just the same. Mateo, his leather jacket still on, lay sprawled across the bed, and he’d pulled you down with him. His laughter faded as he drew closer, his eyes fixed on you, and began leaving kisses all over your face, one after another, unhurried. "Kissy here... kissy there...," he whispered, trapping you in a game he didn’t seem to want to end. What are you going to do now, you?