Chapter. 33

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Ayla

Matteo was leaned back with wide legs, met between him. I couldn't tell what time it was but I could tell you it was way past twelve and we were both tired.

"Dads parents cut him off after he started drinking and cancer killed moms."

He rested his chin on my head and sighed.

"He's really all you have?"

I nodded, rubbing my fingertips over his.

"Well at least when you go away for school you won't have to be around him."

School. Oh yeah.

I could tell he knew what was going on in my mind.

"What is it?"

"Truthfully?" I asked.

"I would prefer the truth." He joked. I squeezed his hand and sighed.

"Well truthfully I didn't think I'd be around long enough to decide what I wanted to do. I was in.." I blew out a long breath.

Should I be telling him this?

"I was in a really dark place after my mom died and I thought if dad hadn't kill me by now I'd do it sooner or later. And now all of this just feels like-"

"Autopilot, I get it."

I turned to look at him, my hand caressing his stubble.

"You said you wanted to work with kids?"

"I do, and I always have. I just.. that's all I know. And my future just seems so bleak and blank. So incredibly uncertain."

"I can't say I've been through anything as hard as loosing a parent but I lost my best friend, in Highschool. And that really sidetracked my whole life. I had to drop most of my senior year courses and because of that I didn't get into the college program I wanted to.."

"What did you wanna do.."

"I wanted to go into therapy, Alex would always joke about him being my first patient."

Alex.

Oh Alex.

I cocked my head, closing my eyes with a humbling sigh.

"That's my brothers name."

I cupped his cheeks with more force while letting my lips sensually drag down his cheek.

"I saw him on your medical records but never wanted to pry."

"There's nothing to pry." I spoke, breaking the obvious tension in the air.

I felt his lungs rising and falling against my back. I hovered my lips over his, staring at him with a look so soft I knew he even felt it.

"Tell me when your ready."

I smiled to myself while tucking my head into the small crook of his neck.

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