Blackmailed For Love

Elsa I opened the shed door and stepped inside to find him standing with his back to me.

And he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He was doing something on the small counter, so engrossed that he didn't hear me.

I closed the door, making sure not to make any noise and walked toward him.

When I was just a few feet away and I could see him in a profile, I stopped and watched what he was doing.

My heart somersaulted inside my chest and a smile broke on my lips.

His phone was propped up against the wall and a YouTube video for how to make pasta, I assumed was playing as he stirred the vegetables in a pan on the induction stove that he had brought here not two weeks ago, and the reason why he wasn't aware of me was the earphones in his ears and that his attention was focused on the video.

2 I stayed there and watched him.

The way muscles in his back shifted, how the veins in his arms were visible and how handsome he looked as he cooked.

Since the last three weeks we had spent every available moment with each other, making sure that no one was aware of our closeness.

My mother was told that I made new friends in school and I was always spending my time with them.

No one was allowed in this shed, it was exclusively Kristian's domain so no one ever ventured here and when Kristian wasn't caring for his mother or brother he would come here and wait for me.

"Fuck!"

Kristian cursed, making me blink and focus on him.

He glared at the pan as bubbles started to form in the sauce he had poured like it was its fault.

A splash of hot sauce landed on his chest and he picked up a napkin to wipe it off muttering another curse under his breath I walked to him and slipped my arms around him from behind.

He stiffened at first as if he thought I was someone else then he relaxed and I placed my cheek on his back.

"You are early."

He said and I heard him pressing on the buttons a few times and then the sizzling sound of the vegetables stopped, leaving behind a strong aroma that told me some of it had burned.

"I couldn't wait any longer."

I replied and pressed a soft kiss at his smooth back, inhaling his scent in my lungs.

He stiffened at the soft kiss and turned around.

His fingers plucked my arms from around his body and he said, "Let me grab a shirt."

I shook my head.

"No.

I like you like this."

His grey eyes stared down at me and I said, "I promise, I will behave."

He didn't believe me, it was clear the way he looked at me but he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair in agitation as he said, "I was trying to make pasta for us."

I looked behind him and replied, "I can see."

I pulled him away from the counter and pushed him on the mattress on the floor.

I said, "Why don't you sit, I'll see what I can do."

He made a face, looking adorable and said, "It's a waste.

It burned."

I stood up on my tiptoes, my hands on his arms as I kissed his lips.

Like always, his body went rigid as he let me kiss him.

It has been three weeks and he was still not letting go enough to kiss me like he really meant it.

I understood his side, but it was getting difficult for me to hold on to my own reckless affection for him.

I wanted him so much I couldn't explain it, maybe because it was my first love but also because I knew he would be my last love too.

I pulled back and his dark eyes the only confirmation that I affected him darted away from me.

He gave a nod and turned from me.

It took me ten minutes to spoon the sauce and veggies mixture from the pan before I scraped the pan off the burned part that was stuck to it.

Then I poured back the remaining sautéed vegetables and started the induction on low heat.

Pouring the already boiled pasta, I mixed it well and served it on a plate with two forks.

When I turned around I found him asleep with half his body reclining as if he was trying to stay upright.

I could've let him sleep without disturbing him as I knew he didn't always get a full night's sleep but I missed him and he had made an effort for us.

So I walked to him, placed the plate on the floor then woke him up the way I knew wouldn't make him jump like the last time I had made the mistake of callously waking him up by shaking him and ended up with his warm and strong body on top of me.

I wasn't complaining about that part but when I had met his eyes, he had looked close to murder and afterwards the guilt that had gripped him wasn't something I wanted him to suffer with.

He was already so reluctant about our relationship because of our ages.

I hated to see him like that, fighting a battle inside his mind, every moment of the day.

3 I walked around the mattress to his other side and laid down beside him, slowly I took his hand in mine and pressed my palm to his cheek.

His fingers tightened around mine and as he felt my soft touch on his cheek, his other hand touched the back of my hand and he opened his eyes.

At first they were dark and hazy as if he was trying to place my touch then they cleared into a beautiful light grey and he took my hand to press a soft kiss in the middle of my palm.

I pursed my lips and said, "You fell asleep."

He looked at me then at our joined hands, he said, "I don't know how you do it, but sometimes it feels like you're the one with all the maturity between us and I'm just a scared little boy."

I shook my head and said, "Mama said that girls are always far more intelligent than boys ever could be.

We mature early, you know."

He just smiled and I fell in love a little more.

He was right, though… With him, I did feel like I was the one he needed the most.

With the outside world, he was a force of nature.

Cold, closed off and controlling with anger that simmered like a volcano just below the surface waiting to explode, but here with me, he let me soothe his darkness, his invisible demons and he let me sometimes take care of him too.

We ate our pasta in silence, it was a little bit uncooked but nothing like we couldn't eat.

When we were finished, he said, "I wanted to make it for you."

1 I shrugged.

"You did.

I just helped."

I held out the water bottle to him after drinking some.

I offered it to him and waited for him to drink before capping it.

fingers tucked a loose curl behind my

to make it on my own and serve it to you with

eyes as I

and

eyes and said, "Kiss

but then his lips brushed mine

I

"Elsa…"

He groaned.

"Mmm…"

head, not wanting to listen to him as I erased the distance between us and climbed into his

as his fingers grabbed the back of my neck and

leaned forward and pressed

have to stop before I

is that a bad

dark hair, clutching him just as tightly as

"Because you're underage."

reminded me like I would ever

me! And he always said it like it was something he hated

and slapped at his chest as I said, "Didn't we just discuss how mature I'm for my

with affection and he hugged me to

pain in the arse,

know if he sent you as a gift or another

it around, and it won't be torture

"Shut up."

gruffly and then laid

heartbeat in my ear,

difficult to change his decision but I couldn't

I can't explain it and when my sixteenth birthday comes in a month or

laid there, my fingers caressed every inch of his smooth skin, making him go tense and still beneath me but

arm, a red scarred

length of the

this? How

his arm

"Kristian?"

"Someone broke my arm."

sat up to look at his face as I asked

"Deliberately?"

grey eyes met mine and he

and I asked,

my

3 "No…."

I was horrified.

who was just eleven and looking at him even now sometimes he looked so lost which made me think how he used to be when he

just fifteen and my mother protects me from my father like her life depends

his

"Why? Who was it?"

he took a deep breath and visibly let out a long

have to worry

young boy who

"You shouldn't have to…"

he brushed his thumb under my left eye and said, "Your tears are too precious to cry for what

realized I

are not precious enough when it comes

love you and for you I will cry a river

said with a

my bottom

what about

do

promise me

I laughed.

a promise when I know I would break it at the first possibility of

his eyes

to hug me but I shook my head and instead

body, even the invisible ones, but it was a line

how much

I promised myself one day I will break his walls and love him the way I want to Elsa I opened the shed door and

he wasn't wearing a

doing something on the small counter, so engrossed that he

door, making sure not to make any noise and

just a few feet away and I could see him in a profile, I stopped

inside my chest and a smile broke

he stirred the vegetables in a pan on the induction stove that he had brought here not two weeks ago, and the reason

there and

how the veins in his

with

was told that I made new friends in school

Kristian's domain so no one ever ventured here and when Kristian wasn't caring for his mother or brother he would

"Fuck!"

me blink and focus on

in the sauce he had poured like it was its

hot sauce landed on his chest and he picked up a napkin to wipe it off muttering another curse under his breath I walked to him

at first as if he thought I was someone else then he

"You are early."

heard him pressing on the buttons a few times and then the sizzling sound of the

wait any

soft kiss at his smooth

the soft kiss

body and he said, "Let me

I shook my head.

"No.

like you

me and I said, "I promise,

way he looked at me but he sighed and raked his fingers through his hair in agitation as he said, "I was trying to make pasta for

looked behind him and

from the counter and pushed him on the

you sit, I'll see what

a face, looking adorable and said, "It's a

It burned."

on my tiptoes, my hands on his arms as I kissed

body went rigid

weeks and he was still not letting go enough to

me to hold on to

because it was my first love but also because I

eyes the only

a nod and turned from

the sauce and veggies mixture from the pan before I scraped the pan off the burned part that

sautéed vegetables and started the induction

boiled pasta, I mixed it well and served it on a plate with

half his body reclining as if he was trying to

him as I knew he didn't always get a full

wouldn't make him jump like the last time I had made the mistake of callously waking him up by shaking him and ended up

met his eyes, he had looked close to murder and afterwards the guilt that had gripped him wasn't

already so reluctant about our relationship because of

him like that, fighting a

mattress to his other side and laid down beside him, slowly I took his hand in

touch on his cheek, his other hand touched the

place my touch then they cleared into

lips and said, "You fell

joined hands, he said, "I don't know how you do it, but sometimes it feels