I stared at Mateo lying on the ground in front of me. I had just managed to roll out of the way when he came crashing down on the floor. He wasn’t moving, and my body couldn’t bring itself to run out the door like my mind was pressuring me to. Instead, I slowly crawled over to him. Against my better judgment, I reached and touched his hand.
A warm, tingling sensation made its way up my arm as I touched him. It felt amazing, but I quickly removed my hand when I heard a low moan from Mateo. Then there was another awkward silence before he pushed himself off the floor. As he towered over me, still sitting on the floor, he tried to avoid eye contact.
He started to open his mouth but stopped when his eyes locked in on me. An unreadable expression shot across his face, then he turned and
