I lay my eyes on the familiar car that seems to be following my pace, but when I see the window go down, I quickly realize who this is.

"Hurry and get in!" Angelo yells at me to make sure I hear him, so I move up to his vehicle but only lean over the open window. "I'm soaked. I'm gonna—"

"Shut up and get in, dumbass," he opens the door for me, and I do not think anymore but join him inside. He closes the window once I am sitting down, but I cannot feel comfortable at all. "Your seat is going to be wet."

"It's leather, it's okay," he waits for me to put my seat belt on to go back on the road. "How come do you find me in the middle of nowhere?"

"In the middle of nowhere? It's literally the way I take every day to go back home, and I never saw you before, so what are you doing alone in the middle of nowhere?" he peeks at me but pays more attention to the road, which is slippery because of the disgusting weather. "I missed my bus, and I usually never go home on foot, but I thought this was a good idea today. That was until it started pouring."

"Oh, you really have some good luck, don't you?" he finds it funny. "Yeah, but I'm like a bad luck charm, so don't laugh too much, or I'm gonna make sure you suffer too."

"Well, the fact that I stumbled upon you is already a sign of bad luck," he dares to consider this as a misfortune and gets me to stare at him with hatred. "You could have left me there. I didn't ask you to stop and take me."

"I know, but I saw you all alone in the rain, soaking wet and needing help, so I felt some pity, and my morals made me do it," he does not make me feel any better, and I scoff and look away. "Drop me off, please. I don't wanna be here anymore. I love the rain more."

"You love rain more than me?" he gasps and pretends to be offended. "Yes. I love the sound."

"But you're soaking wet because of it right now," he tries to make me come back on my statement, but I do not. Instead, I chuckle.  "Yeah...but it's okay. It's just a little bit of water. It dries up."

"Just a little. I can see that," he glances at me to point my state out. "Do you have to go back home right now?"

"Technically, yes, but why? Do you want to spend time with the mean brat, hm?" I never cease bringing that up since he loves that nickname, and he smiles, charmingly. "Yeah. I'll help you dry up."

The corners of my lips rise as I cannot help thinking of this sentence and finding it wrong. "Uh...Well, you told me you're good in Chemistry, right?"

"I did tell you that, and yes I am. Why? You need my help?" he guesses what the question was for, and I nod. "Yes. I've been getting bad marks this semester, and I might fail my exams, so I need a smart person like you to help me."

"So you're using me for your grades?" he twists my words and make my intentions sound wrong. "What? No! I'd never do that. I just need your help. Please."

"If you spend time with me after we're done working, then yes," he establishes a condition as if I was not going to his house for anything other than homework. "I will."

"Fine, I'll help you," he agrees, to my greatest happiness.

10 minutes later...

"Here," Angelo comes back from his bedroom with a towel after I took my jacket and shoes off, but instead of handing it to me, he steps closer and properly towels my hair. He does not make a mess but does it in a gentle manner. "Am I doing good?"

"Yes," I smile but turn around to make it easier for him, and he takes care of it better than I would. When he is done with my hair, he gathers it in one low ponytail and lifts it up, and he wipes my neck. "Face me again," he tells me to position myself the way I was before, so I do as told, and I look up at him. He makes sure my hair remains behind my shoulders, and he softly presses the towel against my throat, then my face.

"It's gonna be stained with makeup," I warn him, even though this is too late, but he shrugs. "It's okay. I'll wash it right after," he folds it to use another part as I am staring at his focused eyes that are fixed on me, and for some reason, he smiles. "I don't know what your dress is made of, but I think it's a little see-through," he bites his lips in a nervous manner and pats my chest with the fabric. Out of fear, I dart my eyes down to it to check if he is right but cannot really see the same. "You can see what's underneath?"

"Well, yeah, kinda," he peeks down at it again, but very briefly, not seeming as comfortable as I thought he would be with this type of stuff. "I see some red under the pink, but it's maybe just my eyes—"

"That is not just your eyes," I snatch the towel out of his hands and cover my chest with it, and he laughs. "Do you want one of my shirts to wear it over this?"

"Yes, please..." I ask for it, feeling embarrassed in front of him. "Alright, I'm coming back with one, you can...towel the rest of your body and sit on the sofa," he invites me to do, so I agree with this idea but wait for him to be upstairs, then I wipe my bare thighs and try to dry my thigh high socks as well.

Once this is good enough, I leave it on the back of a chair around the dinning table, and I head towards the L-shaped sofa. I sit down on it, on the part where the pool in the backyard is in view, and Angelo does not take too long before coming back. He gives me a black t-shirt, to my greatest relief. I am glad he did not pick a white one.

"Do you want a blue cocktail?" he walks to the kitchen side, and after putting the clothing on, I reply with 'Yes'.

"Okay," he hears me, so now that he is busy, I open my bag and get my pencil case and Chemistry book out of it. I lay it on my lap and open it to the right page, where we ended class today, and while Angelo is making the drinks, I check my phone.

I answer Enna's text who asked me how I am doing and hear Angelo come back. "Professor Angelo is here," he places my drink down on the coffee table in front of us, so I thank him but notice he put a sunshade in the glass this time. He is so adorable.

"So, what chapter are you on?" he swallows some coffee, not going for some alcohol today. "The P block elements, and we're talking about the oxidation states," I turn the book towards him so that he can read it, but once I bring my eyes up to him, I feel like he is not down for this lesson anymore. "Oh. Oxidation states, you say," he nods and keeps sipping, effortlessly putting a smile on my face. "Well, uhm. Your private teacher gotta take a day off today—"

"Come on," I punch his arm and do not allow him to finish this sentence. "You said you're good at it. I need your help..."

"But when you told me Chemistry, I thought of the simple stuff with the periodic table, not that shit," he discourages me even more by making me understand I will have to count on myself and no one else for this. "Dammit..." I mumble and put my book back properly. "I mean, let me check," he puts his cup down and inches closer. He puts one arm behind my back and leans forth to read what is written in the exercices. "I'm gonna try to remember what it is about, and I'll help as much as I can. Okay?"

I nod and let him have all his attention over the book, his masculine cologne now running up my nose more than any other scent in this house. I do not focus on the work I have already read but drift my thoughts to his tattooed hand, this one holding the bottom of the page to flatten it, then his watch.

"I remember the negative and positive state thing," he nods his head, taking this seriously for me, and I look up at him, hoping for his memory to be good and permit me to be helped.

•••

5:10 pm.

"Are we done?" he whines out of complaint and raises his arms up to release some tension, and I close my book and relieve him. "Yes. Chemistry is done," I put it back into my bag, and he lets out a moan. "Fuck...Thank god, a part of my brain melted after all this," he spreads his legs and sits properly after stretching his upper body.

"You're so whiny," I cannot help mentioning and looking at him after closing my bag. "Always," he slides his hands in the pockets of trousers. "Do you have a problem with that?"

"I don't," I lean forth to grab my drink and take a sip. "Good. You'd have gotten used to it anyway."

"Really? Do you spend your days whining like that?" I move backwards to relax next to him while enjoying my sweet cocktail, and he smirks. "Yeah. I'm always, like, 'Ugh', all the time. It feels good though, you should try," he makes my inside tingle with a deep moan, and I find myself staring at him with butterflies in my stomach. I pull my lips apart from the straw, but his eyes gaze down at them and because of this, the first thing that comes to my mind is a kiss. That one he wanted.

I lean in and press the kiss, which he did not get for his birthday, on his cheek. "I didn't forget."

He licks his lips and and now seems focused on mine. "Is that what you call a kiss?" he raises his eyebrows at me to tell me this was not enough, breaking my heart. "You know what? You didn't even deserve it," I place my drink back on the table. "I deserve every kiss in the world. What do you mean?"

I sneer at him. "I deserve it more than you do."

"I'll give you as many as you want, don't tempt me," he shakes his head and moves his legs from side to side, fidgeting on his spot. "I'm waiting," I cross my arms and stay still, but without a second thought, he pulls his hands out of his pockets and lifts one up to my throat. Some tingles clutch my spine, and he presses his lips on my jawline.

He sticks to what he said and kisses me again, and again. Unconsciously, I close my eyes, and he pushes my hair behind my shoulder and plants one last kiss on my sensitive neck, filling my veins with something much stronger than mere enjoyment.

Not even Jungkook kissed me that way before. The neck is a sensitive area of the body, so there is always something sexual about it.

I have never felt this type of tension between us, but unexpectedly, this does not make me feel uncomfortable.

As if nothing happened, or that it was normal, he retreats and looks at me. "Is it good enough?"

The heat still burning my skin up, I shyly maintain the contact. "I...Yeah," I nod my head, his hand still holding the side of my throat as I can feel his thumb rub my throbbing veins.

For some reason, he laughs and drifts his hand back on himself. "Your heart's pounding," he leaves the sofa, mocking me for something I cannot control but which he provoked. I nibble on my bottom lip as he walked away to head to the kitchen, but his phone suddenly rings right in front of me, forcing him to come back in a rush.

He picks up the call that comes from someone named Helio, who, if I am not wrong, is one of his colleagues.

"Hey," he picks up but does not sit down, he listens to him and toys with his hair, causing his shirt to slightly ride up and expose a part of his abs. "Hm. Well, I'm kinda busy right now, but tell me," he steps towards me and gets by my side, but he remains on the edge of the sofa and drinks.

"Yeah, I still have the document. Is it okay if I get you that this evening or tomorrow if it's too late?" he does not take care of this because of my presence. "Good. I'll tell you then," he holds his tough hand above the glass. "See you," he hangs up and leaves his phone down, but he turns his head to make eye contact with me.

"Do you wanna play games or watch a movie?" he suggest to do now that I am done with my studies. "Sure, but I'll have to be home for eight."

"Good, that gives us three hours to do anything we want," he bends over and reaches out for his controllers, and he hands me one to start playing together.

•••

9:20 pm.

After taking a refreshing shower, I collapse on my bed and grab hold of my phone.

Despite the heavy rain that drenched me earlier, today was a good day, and I enjoyed my time with Angelo a lot. I cannot get that neck kiss out of my head though.

That feeling I got when he kissed me, it brings me back to that day at a restaurant with the boys and Jungkook. That day when Jungkook made me feel that same way for the first time, even though he was already with his girlfriend, which made me feel disgusting and horrible.

/ flashback \

"I'm gonna smoke a cigarette, someone's coming?" Kaden grabs his lighter and cigarettes, and Leon and another friend follows, and the three of them leave the table to go out.

After texting someone, who I assume to be his girlfriend, Jungkook drops his phone on the table and  straightens his back to stretch, exposing in his thight t-shirt his arms that seem bigger than some months ago.

Out of all his friends here, he decides to set his eyes on me. "You're not hungry?" he notices I have not eaten much, and I shake my head, avoiding any further conversation with him.

"Why?" he groans after releasing some tension in his back and bends over to rest his arms over the table, focusing on me most of the time, even though I wish he would not but help me move on. "I'm not very hungry," I shrug.

Silently, he deeply stares into my eyes and obliges me to briefly break eye contact out of nervousness. "What?" I hug my body and pinch my inner arm, and his go down to my lips. "Are you in pain?"

"A little," I do not tell a lie, not finding it necessary to do so, but he takes a look at his phone and does something, turns it upside down, and leaves it on the table before switching seats with the spot next to me.

The leather booth feeling much comfortable than the chair he was on this whole time, he leans back but does not keep his hands to himself. He slides one of his warm ones over mine, even though they are pretty much between my bare thighs, and my heart races against my chest.

The position of my feet against the base of the seat causing my legs to be up and create a gap between my thighs, I clench them in vain. "Have you eaten this morning?" he asks, tenderly, and I nod. "Were you in pain yesterday too?"

"Just a little, it was nothing compared to some other days," I unconsciously curl my toes in my shoes. The more he moves his hand over mine but indirectly gives the same rubbing to my inner thigh with his knuckles, the more an indescribable tingling sensation rushes through me.

I feel something I have never felt before because of someone's touch, and I do not know what to do or how to react.

"When I called you last night, you told me you were alright," he never forgets or disregards what I say, and I realize I got caught lying. "I didn't want you to know."

"And why is that?" he trails the tip of his fingers over mine, goes down to the palm of my hand, and intertwines our fingers. "I'm annoying."

"You only annoy me when you say that type of crap," he sighs and refuses to accept the truth. If I, myself, am sick of myself already, I cannot believe he would not be.

Not getting any response from me, he moves his fingers back and forth between mine, not even realizing what this does to me, and I glance up at him. 

He gazes into my eyes, profoundly, making me feel like my soul nearly belongs to him. "I care about you, you know that. Right?" he lowers the sound of his voice and raises his hand up to my face to push some strands away, before sliding his fingers between them.

I show him that I am aware of it, and he draws his face closer to mine and brings his lips to my ear. "Are you sure your migraine is the only problem?" he speaks right into it, and a shiver runs through my body.

I lie with a movement of my head, not wanting him to understand I am trying to be distant, and for a split second, I catch sight of Angelo glancing at us, but I look down at Jungkook's veiny hand.

He rubs the tip of his fingers over my inner wrist, tracing circles over my sensitive skin and copying the gesture that used to help me feel better when we would spend afternoons cuddling because of my migraines.

I miss those days so much. Back then, I would be able to not take pills to handle the pain, his presence would be enough to calm me down, alleviate some of the pain, but now, this is all in the past, and it breaks me apart.

"Did you already break up with your girl?" Angelo cannot hold back from questioning him at the sight of his behavior. "No," he lifts his other hand up to the back of his head, his touches over my skin still overwhelming me and making me feel guilty of something. "What?" he feigns ignorance in front of his friend's reaction that exposed some doubt.

"You're drunk, aren't you?" Angelo gets me to pay more attention to my best friend's features I know like the back of my hand. He claims to not be, despite the rosy tint warming his neck.

I can barely tell whether he is or not, but it seems like it.

"I sure hope you are," Angelo takes a sip of his drink, and Felix focuses on one of his best friends too. "Leave him alone," he tells him, not sounding less suspicious at all. Angelo decides to ignore it and looks away, and out of shame, I move my hands back from Jungkook's hot one.

This action drags his eyes back to me, and he runs his hand over my thigh. "Look at me. What's wrong?"

I cannot tell him to stop, fearing he could understand what I am feeling because of his touch. I feel disgusting for it.

"Nothing, you have a girlfriend. You shouldn't do that," I tell him, avoiding eye contact. I flatten my feet on the ground and clench my thighs to prevent his thumb from skimming the most sensitive part.

My breathing is so unsteady, and for some reason, I am uncomfortable about how good this feels. This is not right, and he must know it.

"I just can't stand to see you in pain, I'm sorry," he takes his hand away from my skin, and my lungs loosen, but his tone of voice worries me.

I raise my eyes up to him as he grabbed his phone, and he sticks his hand in a pocket of his pants.

"Are you mad?" I nervously hold one of my arms while staring at him, and he takes his captivating eyes off his screen to set them on mine. "Are you really the one asking me that?"

My anxiousness getting me to squeeze my skin, I maintain eye contact and regret pushing him away. "What does that mean?"

"You're the one acting like you're upset, not me," his attention lowers to my lips and remains fixed on them. "You never acted that way before I started dating."

I nibble on my inner cheek and cowardly drop my eyes somewhere else. "That's not true."

"Hm," he brushes his finger past the tip of my nose. "Your nose is growing."

I unwittingly smile and peek up at him, but his soft gaze makes me turn away.

/ end of flashback \

This moment still haunts my mind.

Was it a sort of test from Angelo though? He did not go any further, but he may have tried to, and I did not realize at that moment that his "Is it good enough?" was, actually, probably a way to check whether I would let him do more or not.

I was not in the right mind to think, his actions caught me off guard, but this is too late to have any regrets.

I try to clear my mind from those thoughts and emotions, and I pay attention to my phone. However, I instantly get distracted by this same name, who brings me back to that kiss.