Nothing Above You

Eight

Mateo Delacruz

After Enzo left my house, I felt like melting. The way his eyes wandered all over my body, it was like fire was burning everywhere. I felt cold yet hot.

Did he not know that I could speak Italian too? I mean, yeah I have lived my childhood and teenage years in New York but that doesn't mean I don't know my own home language. In living here in Italy dude. Don't tell me he thinks I'm too dumb for not knowing my own language? Is that why he complimented me in Italian? He thought I wouldn't understand him.

After changing, I was on my bed, locking myself in this room to keep myself from going insane. I wanted to feel him more. I wanted to feel his lips on my body, on my skin. I was burning for his touch, his lips.

Mary knocked on my door couple of times but every time, I said her to leave me alone. I couldn't face anyone right now. The things I had felt today, it was dangerous. It was something I should have never felt. He was a man. A man. A man who was 12 years older than me.

I look at the box that was wrapped in white paper with golden lines engraved on it.
I slowly get up from the bed and eye the box. What was inside this? I lean down and hold the box that was on the table. I bring it close to my face and study it.

My heart is breathing fast just by thinking that he was holding this box a few minutes ago. His hands were on this box. I would love to feel his hands all over me. Holding me, caressing me, playing with my lips, my hair and craving me.

What the hell am I even thinking? Am I turning into a pervert or something?

I put the box down and walk out of the room. Maybe I need some fresh air. Yeah that's what I need. I need to breath fresh air and touch some grass.

After a stroll outside, I come back in and change my clothes. Today, I had a shift in the club. Where I work, not many people come. Only few, the chosen ones.

It's about an hour away from my house and the reason I chose that place is that first, it would be hard for my parents to find out about this. Second, it's not so much crowded like every other club.
So this thing would never reach my parents ear. If they were to find out, they would say, "you brought disgrace to our family." Yeah, I get where they would be coming from but I want to work on my own.

I am collecting the money to open a cafe. See?
A cafe is not something everyone expects from me but I want to open a place where everyone can relax and enjoy their time.

I am not saying that if my father were to say to take his place in the business, I would deny. No, I would not but I want to have my own side business. It's my dream job.

I drive my car and park in the parking lot. Taking the furthest spot so the other ones are convenient for the customers, I get out of the car and lock it.

I walk in and am greeted by other workers. They all don't know who I really am. They just think I am a normal university student who just happens to own a expensive car on loan.

Once, I am behind the bar counter, the customers ask me for the drinks and talk to me in a flirty way. I go along with them. It should be fine unless they cross the line. I give them their drinks with a flirtatious smile.

I see over the floor and many people are dancing with their partners. "Are you thinking of being there, again?" One of my coworker says, and I just roll my eyes before looking at him.

"No. Why would I need to dream when I can go there right now." I say and look at him. He looks at me amused. "Oh really, how?"
I scoff and look back at the floor. "Just." I don't bring myself to complete the sentence. The figure that is standing few steps away looks at me with a slight surprised look. "Just what? Cat got you tongue?" I hear my coworker talk beside me but none of his words come to my head.