The same night—the night of the final polo game, the party night I missed celebrating at the Oskars' house—I went to dinner at the Merides' house instead. As I listen to music, I keep thinking and playing along with my chaotic thoughts. I replay what Zygmunt said to me.
What the hell was he thinking, saying something like that?
I roll around in bed from left to right, almost fall off, and then roll back to the center. Then I turn my face toward the jacket hanging in front of the closet entrance.
It's been several days, and that man might have gotten bored with me. Or maybe, because of that night, he saw how crazy I was and came to the realization—get away from me as fast as possible.
I sigh heavily, but why do I have to care?
DING. Then the doorbell rings.
I immediately look at the clock on my phone. It's one-thirty. I hesitate to go downstairs.
DING.
I go to the window and try to look—it's a man standing in front of my door. I try so hard to make out his face and build, and his face is about to turn up toward me. I quickly run downstairs to the door.
"Tytas? It's late... Why did you come?" I ask as I look at him in shock. His body is a bit sweaty, as if he fell into a pond before he got here.
"I wanted to see you." He looks at me. "Can I come in?" He asks.
"Yeah," I say and open the door wider for him. He steps inside, and I close it.
I look at his face, and he seems like he's about to burst somehow.
"I'm sorry," he says. "Please forgive me," he says as he steps closer to me. "It's very fucked up. I know that you might not be able to forgive me... or take me back." He directly says what's on his mind.
"Take you back?" I'm confused. "If you came here to apologize on Vik's behalf, I don't want to hear about it."
"No, Zia... I'm here because I don't want to lose you." He steps closer, his green eyes fix on me. "What he did was very fucked up, and I already took care of it."
Took care of it? What is he trying to say?
"What are you trying to say, Tytas?" I ask.
"I can't stand people touching... hurting, or disrespecting you... and fucking Vik did that to you. I'm so fucking mad! And I know how much you hate him..."
"What did you do to him?" I ask cautiously.
"It's just..." He touches my hands. "He should be brought to justice," he says.
I'm still confused by what he said. "Isn't he your friend?" I ask, letting him touch my hands and arms.
"Not anymore," he says while looking at me. "That motherfucker touched you," he says. "I'm sorry—I know you might hate me too. I came here to say what I need to say. I want your forgiveness because I wasn't there—and because I was friends with him," he says softly, placing his forehead against mine before sliding his face toward my cheek. "Zia...I'm sorry," he says, his voice shaking.
Tytas genuinely likes me, doesn't he?
He likes me—really likes me. His actions tell me everything.
He moves his head to my shoulder. I raise my hands to hold his face, touching his hair. "It's not your fault. If I hated you, I would be unreasonable," I say.
He raises his head a little and places his face against my neck. I can feel his breath.
"Are you going to take me back?" His lips move against my neck.
"What do you mean by that?" I ask softly.
Then he starts to touch my neck slowly, his lips pressing gently against my skin before he kisses it.
"Ha... take you back?" I ask.
He kisses and sucks on my neck, licks it, and kisses it again while holding me in his arms.
"I want to be yours again," he says.
"Ha..." I gasp, feeling a little weak. "Tytas..." I call his name.
He steps back and looks directly at me. "I'm not mad at you," I say.
He leans closer, his nose touching mine before sliding toward my cheek. He purses his lips. "That's not enough," he says, and then he kisses me.
His kiss is overwhelming; it makes my legs feel weak.
"Ha...yes," I say during the brief pause. His eyes are dazzling, like sunlight shining through green grass.
"Ha—Zia." He kisses me again. "You mean it, right?" He asks before kissing me more intensely. His hands move around my waist and across my back.
This time, I kiss him back the way I want to. His hands start to grab my thighs and hold me up as I cross my legs around his waist. I kiss and suck his tongue the way I want.
"Ha...Zia..." he says my name and I feel his lower part is rock hard against my stomach.
"Let's go upstairs," I say.
He takes me to my room while we kiss like teenagers madly in love. He walks to the couch and sits down as I sit on him. He kisses my neck again and again, moves down to my chest, and kisses my nipple.
"Ha—ah." I cry out, making him kiss it even harder. I'm holding his face and grabbing his hair a bit roughly because of the feeling I get from him.
He slowly glides his hand over my thigh and slides down between my legs. He looks at me and opens his mouth a little, sticking out his tongue as he slides down his finger to touch my area, as he presses his tongue over and kisses my entire lips intensely.
His fingers rub and stroke over my part, slowly and gently, but at the same time, his fingers press harder enough to make me feel sensitive.
"What—did he do to you?" He asks while touching me down there. "Tell me... what he did," he says and kisses me softly.
"Ah—" his fingers can feel the wetness of my panties.
"I'll make you feel better... so you..." he says while gazing at me
"Haa—Tytas," I say his name to stop teasing me with that movement.
"Tell me, Zia... I'll make you feel good... and forget all the fucking things that bastard did to you," he says while he kisses me and rubs the entrance of my part through my panties.
"He..." I try to say. "He touched me..." I say as we look at each other.
"Where did he touch?" He asks.
"The same place you are touching right now," I reply. "But with his tongue," I say.
He looks at me intensely, and suddenly his fingers slide through my panties and get inside my pussy. "Ah—haa." I cry out lightly.
He keeps kissing me on the lips. "Do you feel good?" He whispers, kissing my neck. "Haa..." he gasps with me. His part is straightly hard. It's about to explode. "I'm not going to put it inside..." he says softly. I look at him and kiss him harder.
His fingers are moving and touching my soft spot inside and out. "Tell me, please... that you are feeling good right now," he says
"Umm... ahh... yes," I say.
"Tell me, what do you want? I'll do anything... Tell me what you like," he says and kisses me. "What makes you feel even more..." he whispers.
I hold on to him and use my left hand to hold his face. I glide my fingers on his face, cheek, and lips, use my thumb to touch his lower lip, and slightly touch the tip of his tongue.
"Ha..." he makes a sound.
"I want to feel your tongue," I whisper.
He looks at me, and he licks my thumb and sucks on it. He holds me up and puts me down on the couch.
"Ha—"