Chapter 5.

¿Coffee?

Cristian took a quick shower and rubbed the soap hard and violently on his skin, because he felt that the smell of death and rot was impregnated in him, the wound on his leg really hurt a lot and was beginning to turn purple around it, so he dried it carefully, put on some bandages that he had in his small home medicine cabinet and took a pain pill, hoping that it would really relieve all his pain, amazingly not even 10 minutes had passed when he left the room in shorts and a shirt, barefoot he noticed that Jackson was straining the coffee, it seemed that while he was showering he was looking for the cloth strainer and the coffee powder, that was the most bizarre interaction he had ever had in his life: drinking coffee with his rapist was the perfect title for a newspaper, unfortunately he had promised Jackson that he would not tell anyone anything about what had happened, however, he did not know exactly if the man who was standing in front of him with his back turned would fulfill his part and leave him alone, although, his mind immediately thought of a man who was standing in front of him with his back turned and would leave him alone.. His strong words became spaced out: YOU BELONG TO ME!!!

Those three words had a completely possessive and cruel undertone, it was as if overnight his day had transformed around the man in front of him, who turning around offers him a coffee, I guess you like me, you haven't stopped watching me while I'm standing with my back turned, your gaze almost completely goes through my skin; to which Cristian told him: I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend, that confession was a bitter pill to swallow for Jackson who didn't hesitate to ask, ¿how do you explain that a boy as handsome as you has a boyfriend who has never supported him? I'm beginning to think that that boyfriend is fictitious, but Cristian told him: I was saving myself, I wanted to wear a beautiful white tuxedo with a rose while I walk to the altar, but I guess I don't need to think about marriage or my future anymore, ¿who would want a boy who has been used by someone else? Therefore Jackson told him: if you want we can get married today, I have no problem, but Cristian simply confessed that he wasn't his type, so, when you finish your coffee I'm going to ask you with all my heart to get off my property and never come back.

 Those violent words contained a small clandestine invitation for Jackson, who put the coffee cup aside and approached the boy, only a few centimeters away from him, took the coffee cup from him, put it aside, took him by the waist, put him at his height and looking him in the eyes said: SAY IT AGAIN, Cristian's lips trembled and he could only murmur a please go away, so Jackson squeezed his waist even more and kissed him with a completely passionate ferocity, it was a violent and dominant kiss, a kiss that said everything without saying anything, with small bites on Cristian's lips Jackson told him I will not give up, you are my crystal boy, my pretty boy, if I have to chase you in college I will, if I have to look for you in a forest I will be the bear that finds you because if I am the Alpha you will be the Moon that makes me fall in love, you can not give me the drug and take it away at the same time, it does not work like that, then Jackson put Cristian down and left the house driving away. leaving “his glass boy” completely uncomfortable…