Sincerely, Yours

07 ~ cliche

RILEY'S POV

I wrap my arms around his chest, "Im sorry." "It's fine Bambina," "It's not fine Marco, your mom just died." He pushes me against the wall and kisses me, "no Marco not like this." I hated the words but no one should have sex after their mom dies. "Really Riley?" "Yes really, what are we doing?" I ask. "Are we like dating or something?" I ask generally confused. "You're mine so whatever you make of that." "Okay, then I have to tell you I kissed another guy and showed with him." I sighed sitting next to him on the bed. "So you had sex with him?" "No, I didn't, I haven't had sex in forever, anyways Im getting in the shower," I say while opening my suitcase and grabbing clothes, "Actually can I wear one of your shirts."

I hate myself, Im cliche, wearing a guy's shirt. God, what is happening to me? He opens a drawer and hands me one, "thanks." I walk into the bathroom connected to the bedroom. I strip and turn the shower on and then Marco comes in, "I would shower with you but you seem to do that with all the guys," "sorry or whatever I should say but I've known him forever and I didn't have sex with him." I step into the shower, "plus he wasn't nearly as hot as you." I say before closing the shower door.

Marco steps into the shower completely naked, "holy shit." I whisper, in a split second I'm pinned against the shower wall with Marco looking down at me, "what was that Bambina?" "Holy fucking shit," I say again.

He places his lips on mine while water flows down his face giving me flashbacks. "No, shower sex," I say "Can I wash your hair?" he asks. "No, what the fuck my hair is doing just fine." I laugh at the idea, Im not anyone's dream girl and that's fine with me but it's never been fine with anyone I've dated and that was also fine with me. I promised myself id never change for anybody and if that meant being alone for the rest of my life, so be it but with him, I don't want to ruin it, I cant.

MARCO'S POV

She's so beautiful, just like I thought. Every curve, every freckle, everything. I wanted nothing more than to throw her on the bed and kiss every inch of her incredibly perfect body.

Seeing her put my shirt on only make me want to do it more, "you are insanely beautiful, can I put your hair in a ponytail?" I asked, she looked at me for a couple of seconds. "Only once and never ever speak of it or ill kill you," she said while holding out a hair tie. I grab all her hair in my hand and tie it with the hair tie, "see I did a good job." I smile, "don't get too proud Marco." She walked out of the bathroom.

"Marco," My dad yelled outside the door, "stay in here Bambina." I went outside the room, "papà, di che affari ti occupavi" (dad what business were you taking care of?) "Non preoccuparti, te ne sei andato quindi non è più un problema tuo figlio." (Don't worry about it, you left so it's not your problem anymore son.) "È che ho una ragazza qui e non voglio che sia coinvolta" (It is I have a girl here and I don't want her involved) I say. "Va bene figliolo, la incontrerò domani a cena, giusto?" (It's fine son, I will meet her tomorrow at dinner, right?) "se vuole e per favore, non provare a scopare questo qui." (if she wants, please don't try to fuck this one.) I say before walking back into our room.

"What happened?" She asks, "nothing you need to worry about, dinner with my family tomorrow?" "What, I barely know you?" she says, "I was joking I will eat with your family, but I barely know you so come over here and tell me about you." She said patting the space next to her on the bed.

RILEY'S POV

He sits next to me on the bed, "favorite ice cream flavor?" I ask. "Vanilla, yours?" "Mint chocolate chip, biggest fear." "Love," I look over at him, "mine too, I think love is a temporary fix for all the bad things in life." I grab his hand, "favorite quote?" I ask, "a home is a person, not a place." "Mine is it's always darkest before dawn," I say. "When's your birthday?" I ask, "Tomorrow." "What, you're joking, right?" I say letting go of his hand. "Not kidding," he smiles and kisses my forehead. "Birthday sex." I smile.

"How about early birthday sex," I smile while claiming on his lap and kissing him. "Mmh, no birthday sex is better." He says before putting his lips back on mine.

I lay next to him and fidget with my ring, "what is up with that damn ring you never stop messing with it." He says grabbing my hand, "because it's my ring, and I brought it?" I snatch my hand back and resume playing with it. I lay on his chest and fall asleep. 

I woke up to Marco shaking me to wake me up, "Bambina you have to go now." He's holding my suitcase and car keys. "What?" "Come on." I get up and follow him outside, "go to the airport and ill be there in a second." I get in the car and drive to the airport confused, what the hell is going on?

I sit in the car outside of the airport for a couple of minutes until there's a knock on my window, Marco. I roll it down, "what the hell's going on?" I ask, and he hands me a plane ticket. "Leave the car here, it's a family matter I have to stay in Italy and you have to go." "What Marco, Jesus christ I always do this." "Do what Bambina you have to go." "Stop calling me that Marco and what I always do is this, I find a guy I like then it gets screwed up no matter how good it was," I say while grabbing my suitcase. 

"Okay here your plane is boarding now," he kisses my forehead. I board the plane and sit down and look out the window. I hate myself for this for falling into whatever the hell that was with him and then it is ruined. I can't do this anymore, I didn't want to be in a relationship I didn't want to fall in love I didn't want this and I didn't want him until I did and then I wanted him so bad that I chased him around the fucking country. 

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