Nothing Above You

Twenty four

Mateo Delacruz

My body moves under the comfortable bedsheets. The warmth making me very comfortable. I turn around when something big and warm touches beside me.

My eyes shoot open when I realize that there is someone laying next to me and holding me very close.

When my eyes open, the most beautiful view comes in my vision. The warm sunlight shines through the room making everything seem beautiful but he looked more beautiful. So peaceful.

Enzo's face rests inches away from me as I feel his hot breath fall on my face, his messy hair falling down over his eyes and his lips parted slightly. Even tho the dark circles under his eyes are getting visible and his eyes are a bit swollen, he still manages to look not so bad.
The wound on his arm is treated and I think that Anthony could be the one who did it.

What was he doing here? When did he come in here? When did I come here?

These questions come in my head but my heart drops in my stomach when I recall what I had said him to yesterday. I don't know what had taken over me and I felt like I had showed him a part of me that was hidden all this time. Now he knew that I know Italian, he knew that I understood every single thing he said.

I want to hide myself right now.

However, a small smile touches my lips when I remember him telling me that I wouldn't want him to kiss me if I hadn't consumed the drink but little did he know he was wrong about it.

I know I shouldn't be wanting that but I just can't help it. But I am grateful for him to respect my state because if I had kissed him again, after everything that happened, I would have never forgiven myself.

I decide to push the thoughts back and focus on what is here, in front of me.

He looks adorable when he sleeps like this, he looks so calm and relaxed which makes me warm inside. Without thinking, my hand moves to his hair as my eyes zero on his face. I slowly stroke his hair, carefully not to wake him up. My heart beats crazily in my chest as I imagine waking up next to him every morning. I slowly brush some of his hair out of his eyes and smile to myself. How is he so good looking even when he's asleep?

The only thing I desire right now is to be with him, stay by his side but I had decided something else, something I knew would be best for me.

As a cue for me to stop, he moves with a small voice and I yelp before closing my eyes shut. I don't want him to know that I'm already awake. I don't want him to know that I didn't move away when I had the chance. To think about it, why didn't I?
You stupid Mateo.

I hear him move closer to me when I feel a touch on my forehead. "The fever is gone." He speaks to himself and his voice, his voice, god I could literally melt. I was crying and screaming in my head at how good his morning voice was. I just wanted to open my eyes and kiss him like nothing else mattered.

Tensing under his touch, I try to act as if I was being disturbed by his touch in sleep. "Mmm." I try to make a sleepy sound as I shift my back towards him but it sounds more like a moan. Fuck. Me.

I freeze in embarrassment but carry on with my act anyway. I wanted to slap myself for the sound I had made. Who does that? Opening an eye to take a peek, I try to look around but catch nothing. There was no way I was going to get caught after this!

I feel his front press against my back when his hand comes back to my neck. What is he doing? Trying to kill me? "Hm? Is the fever still there?" He questions to himself and I feel my heartbeat rising at how his hand was sending heat to my neck and his front to my back.
"You're worrying me." He whispers the last words sadly as he rubs his knuckles gently along my neck.