Nothing Above You

Twenty two

Enzo Marcelo

I look at the beautiful boy in my arms. His drowsy eyes pull me in them and I feel my heart beating in my throat.

I gulp as I feel my cheeks burn. No way. There's no way I could be blushing right now?! Oh my god!

The thought that I am the reason behind his tears, that I am the one who brought him to the point where he would break down in tears broke me. It angered me. It frustrated me.

I look at him as he tells me to kiss him, in Italian. In fucking Italian. All this time I thought he didn't understand a thing I said in Italian but he understood every single thing. I should feel embarrassed, I should feel extremely awkward knowing that every single compliment I gave him, the dirty talk I did with him in Italian, he understood it all but never responded. I must've looked so dumb translating him absolutely bullshit when he asked me for the translation. I just thought it was embarrassing if he ever got to know what I had in mind whenever my eyes laid on him.

If I wasn't hating myself already, I would be hating myself for being horny by hearing him speak Italian. God, it sounded perfect from his lips. His accent sounded sexy.

As much as I loved the thought of kissing him right now, I stopped myself from doing that. Not now.

"You want me to kiss you? Would you be feeling that even when you didn't had drinks?" I raise my eyebrows and he looks at me innocently. He pucks his lips waiting for me to kiss him. Adorable.

A deep chuckle leaves my mouth and I hold his face. "No. I don't think you would want that." I answer my own question and he frowns. His green, cat eyes going round. The anger I was feeling before seemed to have vanished away from being with him.

God, he looked even cuter.

"Fine." I sigh and smile. I lean in and place a small kiss on the side of his lips. "There." I pull back and smile but he doesn't seem to be pleased. "I promise to kiss you when you feel better."

When you really want it.

He nods lazily before his eyes close and he goes to sleep in seconds, almost passing out. A sad smile makes its way to my lips when I eye the young boy, his tired body resting against mine in absolute silence. His chin rests on my chest as he sleeps peacefully. I gently caress his cheek as I look down at him.

"You deserve so much more." I whisper. I never felt this melting feeling before him but now, I feel like my every corner goes soft for him. "I wish I could give you what you deserve. I wish I could say that I'm that person who can make you happy, keep you safe by my side." I sigh as my heart drops into my stomach.

Why am I wanting him so much when I know I can never have him. The fact that he is the son of my business partner, twelve years younger than me seems to be my least concern right now.

I carefully lean over to his seat and adjust him in his seat. His head rests peacefully against the passenger seat. Once I'm done, I lean over the wheel and look at him, scanning his angelic features.

Should I take him back in the house? But I don't want to go in there. I don't want to be away from him just yet.

But I know that I can't take him with me or keep him in the car. He needs to rest. Mentally groaning, I get out of the car and run over to the passenger side. "Of course." I sigh when the heavy rain pours on me. I take off my coat and open the passenger. Carefully putting the coat over Mateo, covering him, I kneel down and carry him in a bridal style. I quickly run into the house trying to keep both of us safe from the rain but the damage had been done. My clothes were pretty much soaked and my wound kind of stung. Mateo's hair and face were drenched, his cheeks and nose was pink.