Nothing Above You

Sixteen

Enzo Marcelo

"What?" He scoffs and avoids to look at me. His cheeks and ears turn into light shade of pink when he licks his lips before speaking. "What gave you that? I wasn't even looking at you." He denies, stuttering here and there.

I raise my eyebrow and lean closer to his face. "Really? Why are you so flustered then?" I question him as amusement fills my voice.

Seeing him look at me with such pained expression broke my heart and the smile I had on my face faded when my eyes met his. To be honest, I had planned to end my night by sleeping with one of them to cope with my pain of being rejected by him but it all ran down the drain when I looked in his eyes.

The hurt, the pain he held was too strong that I could barely remember to breath. Being not able to look at him, I looked away but he was the only thing in my mind as my eyes wandered in search of him.

They stopped when I saw him walking up the stairs, and the need to follow him tugged in my heart.

"I am not." He declares and huffs like a child. He folds his arms over his chest. It makes me want to laugh but I keep it in. Instead, a smile creeps on my face.

Cute.

"If you are not, then look at me." I tease him a bit, liking the fact that I was talking to him. The day he told me to never see him again, my heart throbbed and a feeling of pain to never see him again wavered within me. Until now, I didn't care what people thought about me or if they wanted to cut ties with me. I was me, The Enzo Marcelo and I have never had a shortage of anything in my life. Even if it means the people.

But the sense of loosing him left me wounded and I hated to acknowledge it. I know I was changing, the old me was slowly fading and this new me seemed too sensitive when it came to Mateo. Though, admitting that to myself and someone is something I would never do because it's useless. Everything this boy is making me feel is useless and meaningless. In the end, I will be me. The ruthless mafia. The one without a heart.

When he does look at me, I forget to breath for a moment. My stomach starts to burn as I stare at him and my throat goes dry. His emerald, cat eyes that look at me makes me forget everything. The mole under his eyes grabs my attention and I find it incredibly cute as it makes his emerald eyes more attractive.

"Mateo." I breath out. His name slipping out of my mouth after so many days is like a breath that I was not able to breathe all this time.

"I'm sorry. I told you I would back off if you tell me to, but I don't think I'm strong enough." I whisper and move closer to him, my mind becoming completely blank and the only thing on it is him. My eyes fall on his lips, the one that I want to taste so badly, the one I crave for. I want to taste every inch of that gorgeous mouth. Blinking my eyes, I raise my gaze, going to his nose and then his eyes which shine when they stare back at me.
"What are you doing," he whispers softly, his voice coming out in a sigh. "Why are you being like this?" He adds. The sadness in his voice makes me stop in my tracks and my mind starts to process.

Why am I doing this? Why can't I just let him go.
I have no answer to that.

"I don't know. I just, I just can't stay away from you." I admit truthfully, his adoring eyes making me want to spill my heart out. "I find it hard to keep myself away from you." I breathe out the words that come to my tongue from my heart as I stare in his beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.

I'm selfish, I know.

"Mr. Marcelo. Don't.." He tries to say my name with power but it comes out in a whisper. It almost comes out in a soft and gentle tone that makes my inner guts crush. The wind of the night hits ours faces, our hair slightly blowing along. It sends shiver down my heated body.