…doesn't see a heart."

The answer came quickly; my father had invited the neighbors over for lunch at our house, a welcome lunch. To make matters worse, Baskiah wasn't home. I was alone.

"Ellie!" my mother said. "These are our new neighbors."

I couldn't say anything.

"Your son is beautiful! He looks like an angel," said Malcon's mother, smiling kindly.

"Thank you! Your son is very handsome too."

"I guess we're good breeders, aren't we, doctor?" said Malcon's father, proud of himself.

"I think they got their looks from our wives, that's what it is," said my father.

Everyone laughed. And my mother introduced Malcon to me.

"Son, you can play video games with Malcon until lunch is ready."

I widened my eyes in fright. I noticed Malcon had a smirk on his face as he looked at me, a malicious smile, as if this were a great moment to torture me somehow.

I had to agree, despite the fear I was feeling. I just waved for him to follow me, and we went upstairs.

In the hallway leading to my room, I decided to break the ice and end the tense atmosphere:

"You must remember me, don't you? I bumped into you at the lake, and you weren't nice at all."

"Of course I remember," he said naturally. "Where's your friend, that really ugly one?"

"You're talking about Baskiah? He's at his mom's house today."

"So he doesn't live with you?"

"He does," I said, finding Malcon's curiosity strange. "But sometimes he goes to visit his mom. Why?"

Right then, I imagined that Malcon was also watching us from his house, and that felt strange.

He didn't answer; he simply grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall forcefully.

I was startled! He was just waiting to get me alone to beat me up, I thought.

I was in shock. I was about to call for help when, suddenly, Malcon kissed me on the mouth. I couldn't resist the kiss but came back to reality a few seconds later.

I asked in a whisper so no one would hear.

"Nothing. I just wanted to feel your mouth," Malcon said, also whispering. "I know you want the same."

I realized that the Malcolm of my imagination really existed! But the kiss was much better than in my imagination.

"Are you crazy?" I asked, surprised. "What if I didn't want him?!"

"Huff!" he mocked. "I'd have to kill him."

"What?!"

"I'm just kidding." he said, laughing. "I've been thinking about you since the day I first saw you at the lake. So I had to take a chance. Either you'd kiss me or you'd hit me..."

"You really are crazy! Your way of liking someone is quite strange, don't you think? You called me an imbecile, remember?"

"I didn't call you an imbecile."

"Yes, you did!"

"You called me an idiot."

I felt embarrassed and he laughed at me. I ended up laughing too and we laughed together.

"I also thought about you, but I thought you hated me... I never imagined you felt the same way about me." “I said, feeling my body tremble with nervousness.

“It seems fate has brought us face to face again,” he said, smiling.

It was a different Malcon, just like the avatar I had created in my imagination. To my surprise, Malcon felt equally drawn to me that day at the lake.”

That day, everything changed between us. We went to my room and Malcon kissed me again. It felt like a dream to have that moment with him. And instead of playing video games, we made out on the bed.

That's when I learned how good oral sex was. Malcon was very experienced at it, but at the time, that didn't occur to me. He was more sensual and virile than I had imagined. It was a moment of intense adrenaline because I was in my house, with my parents and Malcon's parents downstairs.

After the orgasm, he said it was better to stop there, and another day he would teach me other things. And I was very eager to learn more.

 “Who sees a face does not see a heart.” That is, we cannot know someone's true intentions by judging them by their appearance. Well, that's what I thought at the time.

And until then, I had an idea about Malcon, but that changed after that day.

We stayed in the room until we were called for lunch. I was in a state of nirvana throughout the entire lunch.

Until Malcon left with his parents. We said goodbye at the door as if nothing had happened.