Doing a project at this hour was absurd.
My eyelids were weighed by the seconds that ticked past and I grew increasingly confident that they will finally bolt shut for the night whenever another minute crept by. The open page of my textbook was splattered with words undecipherable to my bleary eyes, and my wavering concentration wandered in and out of reality while I miserably tried to read. My half-dead brain was playing a hopeless game of Scrabble every time I tried to comprehend the blurry text my gaze happened to fall on. My hand was throbbing and cramped from gripping the pencil for hours on end, and it didn’t have the energy to scrawl another wobbly letter on my notebook.
I grasped the handle of the coffee mug. Except for the dry, brown rings on the inside of the mug, it was utterly empty. My fourth cup of coffee within the past six hours was gone. Groaning, I staggered to my feet with the mug in hand. I’m going to need more caffeine if I want to finish this project for once and for all tonight.
After nearly tripping over my own feet twice, I finally made it down the stairs in the dark. I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard a voice exclaim incredulously, “You’re still awake?”
I swung my drooping head and slumping shoulders towards Matthias. All the ceiling lights in the room were turned off and the blinding flash from the pause screen of his video game made me flinch. Squinting, I stepped tentatively towards the couch, which was illuminated by the widescreen TV. If I keep this up, I’ll both be a zombie and a vampire in no time.
“I’m the one who should be saying that,” I grumbled, knocking his head with the bottom of the mug. Seriously though, I’m doing my final project of the year until 4 AM while this guy just slouches around playing games.
As usual, Matthias grinned, totally undeterred by my grouchiness. “Come sit with me,” he said, patting the seat next to him.
“Not now. I’m going to finish up the project.”
“Then why did you come down for?”
Once again, I cuffed him on the head with the mug. “I needed more coffee. I think I spent the last hour trying not to fall asleep instead working.”
“Just two minutes,” he pleaded, tugging at my wrists.
I could only glare at him for two seconds before my defenses broke down, completely disarmed by those sky blue eyes of his.
Just two minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?
Sighing, I set the mug on the coffee table and climbed on next to him. Matthias chuckled and the grin on his face grew even wider as he warmly wrapped his arms around my shoulders. Consequently, the more I was drawn to the tender shine in his eyes, the more I fell for him. My cheeks were tinged with red and my heart ached for him. Settling against him, I leaned my head on his shoulder, closed my eyes, and breathed in his familiar, heartwarming scent. The way his soft lips brushed the top of my head drained the consciousness in me little by little, and lured me into the comfort of sleep.
“You’ll nod off on anything you can put your head on, huh?” he laughed.
My body lurched awake. “Wh-what?”
“You need to sleep, (name). You won’t survive another minute awake.”
“But I have to finish my work!”
“When is it due?”
His jaw dropped. “Next week?” he echoed in disbelief.
Then a split second later, I was swept upwards with a startled yelp. Matthias, roaring with laughter, rose to his feet and began to climb up the stairs with me in his arms.
“Matthias,” I shrieked, gripping the collar of his shirt, “what the hell are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed,” he said, and kicked the bedroom door open. He strode towards the bed and unceremoniously dumped me in it.
The moment I righted myself, I whipped around and hissed at him with narrowed eyes, “I was going to finish my project!”
“Let’s face it, (name),” Matthias put a firm hand on my shoulder, “you’re not going to get any work done tonight. You’ll just fall asleep on the chair!”
“What’s that got to do with you?” I demanded heatedly.
Mischief suddenly sparked in his eyes and his lips were stretched into a crooked smile. The hand on my shoulder slowly trailed down my arms until it reached my wrist. Then all of a sudden, I was yanked forward. Matthias kissed me fervidly, almost ravenously. His sapphire eyes were closed as his lips were crushed passionately against mine. After a single moment of alarmed hesitation, I succumbed to him. Something churning in my chest urged me shut my eyes, and let my other senses have their chance to feast on him. His large, yet subtle hands were careful with me, handling my body with surprising delicacy. Almost directed by instinct alone, my hands wound through his spiky blond hair, not caring if I messed his hair up even more. By the time our lungs were burning for air and we finally untangled ourselves from each other, I was blushing a furious red on my cheeks. Even Matthias seemed to be shaded with pink.
“Do you get it now?” he asked with another grin. “I want to spend more than two minutes with you tonight, and waiting for next week’s not gonna happen.”