Nothing Above You

Thirteen

Trigger warning: sexual harassment

Mateo Delacruz

I wake up in the white bedsheets. The scent of my own room relaxes me and for a moment I think I'm in heaven. The sunlight that warms my room. It's perfect.

I get my half naked self out of the bed and walk to the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror and my hair is mess.

When I see my eyes in the mirror, he is the one who reflects back. I see his face and what had happened yesterday comes flowing back to me.

Was it normal to be feeling and saying things we were saying to each other? No. It couldn't be.

The way his eyes studied mine, the way he looked at me with such passion and desire. His brown, caramel eyes that had been driving me insane for the past few days were devouring me mentally yesterday.

I was so nervous, I didn't know how to respond. I tried to keep myself together. Instead of melting under his gaze, I tried to hold back. I had never experienced someone speak to me in such a manner.

I will be lying if I say that no girl has flirted with me. They have. But they had never gotten any reaction from me. The simple reason was that I didn't get interested or neither wanted to get involved in any sort of relationship. It's all drama and shit.

But, here I was. Feeling every emotion from his words. His voice brought tingling sensation over my body and my brain wasn't working. I was so intimidated by him.

I don't know why, I was sad. I was feeling down just by thinking that Enzo had spend the night with the lady. He had fucked her, and just the thought of someone else seeing his brown, caramel eyes made me angry. I wanted to be the one who could see him, his eyes. The eyes that would be looking in my soul while he would be fucking me.

I don't know what was happening to me and why I was thinking like this, but I know that there is something. That something was undeniable between us.
And that something was scary.

When he told me he didn't sleep with her, I felt shocked. I couldn't imagine him not having what he wanted to, but it also made me feel a lot lighter. It was like a heavy weight had been lifted off my chest.
I felt relieved. But for some reason, I couldn't show him that. I would be too weak to show him that. I thought I would be a loser to show him that I was happy he didn't slept with her.

However, when he spoke Italian and told me those words last night, my walls came crashing down. All my coldness melted and I felt like I was being read by him like an open book. It was like he had me wrapped in his charms and I was in his hands.

I felt the blood rush through my body and cheek. My body felt so warm and hot. It was getting hard for me to look him in the eyes as he stared at me. So my eyes drifted towards his lips and I instantly regretted that.

I wanted to feel his lips on mine.

I had asked him what it meant just to be sure that he knew what he was saying. He, however, said that it meant that 'you. I thought it was unfair if I slept with the lady you wanted to sleep with.'
He said that with a smirk thinking I would not know what it actually meant. This man, he was insulting me in two ways. First, telling me he took the lady I wanted, which I didn't and second, thinking I didn't know Italian.

I also don't understand why he doesn't admit to what he says. He's always translating a different thing than what he says.

I was rather so flustered by his words that I couldn't even think to come back at him at the moment. Instead of being angry, I pushed him lightly and told him goodnight. I marched to my room while my heart was beating loudly. It felt like it was in my throat and would come out anytime.