Kissable Lips

Mason was clenching his fist on the wheel of his Mercedes and pressing on the gas, trying to reach Matthew's house as fast as possible.

Luckily, it was midnight and the streets were empty, only very few cars were in there.

His pulse raced as he struggled to control his quivering palms that were on the wheel, even his knuckles became white due to how tight he was gripping it.

A cold, tight knot formed in his guts as he recognized the risk that Matthew is in right now.

The second, Matthew's house started to appear in his gaze range, he did now hesitate to carelessly park his Mercedes and ran with leaden legs, immobilised by terror.

He felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest, his terror making it impossible for him to breathe.

His worry caused a chilly perspiration on his forehead.

His guts churned with anxiety, when he noticed how Matthew's house's front door was broken.