Love being different

A strange conversation

A strange conversation

Damian was knocking furiously and I had to run to open the door.

He attacked me right away:

I was confused, if someone was talking with animals, that was him - he made the wolf go away by saying those strange words.

My words cooled him down, he understood I was upset, so he came close to me and gently put his hands over my shoulders. He directed his gaze straight to my eyes, leaving me flashed - I felt like I was hypnotized: I couldn’t move, but I was completely aware while hearing his words…

Afterward, he pulled his hands away from my shoulders and, without moving, he kept staring insistently at me. His look aroused strange emotions I had never felt before.

Was it possible that I desired him to hug me and kiss me, even though I had never been kissed before?

I was realizing I had a strong feeling for him.

I felt like he perceived something, so I took my eyes away from his, trying to hide my desires. Then, I finally got my self-control back and told him pretty worriedly:

He delicately caressed my cheek and serenely said:

I asked in distress, then I added:

Without saying a single word, he pulled me toward himself, our faces were so close and I thought he was going to kiss me – actually, I hoped it.

Suddenly, he left me and barely moved away; his features were strained and he clearly wished to kiss me as well, but he didn’t and I couldn’t understand why.

With a voice broken by emotion, he asked:

Before I could reply, he added:

Caught by so much attention, I said:

In the kitchen the atmosphere was different, we reached a friendly complicity and, oddly, I felt very at ease talking with him.

I was caught by surprise when he said:

Intrigued, I asked him:

While saying that, the tone of his voice became glacial and his features were tense – his expression made my blood curdle. He realized I was getting scared:

Once we went back upstairs, I noticed that Mr. Mancini’s door was opened. I closed it and, to my wonderment, I discovered that his bed was empty and completely untouched.

I asked Damian, who remained silent for a few seconds, as if he didn’t know what to say. Then, he answered regaining his usual confidence:

It seemed weird, however, it must have been the truth, wherever could he be otherwise. I remained silent; Damian came closer and, while caressing me, he said:

He slowly made his hand slip from my face down to my arm, which he grabbed with a slight pressure of his fingers. I had the impression he wanted more from me, but for some reason he was unable to open up.

This time he used a commanding tone. Then. he finally left my arm.

I came back to my room, leaned on the door I closed behind me and lingered there for a few minutes, thinking about what I was feeling.