Nothing Above You

Twenty seven

Enzo Marcelo

It's 8 pm and I hear a knock at my door.
My heart almost jumps out of my throat when I look at the closed door. The thought of him standing at the other side,

In my clothes,

Is enough to make me go crazy.

Have mercy on me.

My steps towards the door are counted and I find myself standing at the door, my hand at the handle.

I twist the handle and open the door. Everything in me shatters completely as I look at the boy at the door. That's not the boy I met at the restaurant, neither he is the boy I had a drive with.

Those are the same green eyes but they are different. No emotion. No shine.

He stands in a white robe, his collar bone exposed slightly. No emotion is present on his face. His wet hair messily pushed back as tiny water drops linger on the locks of his hair strands.

I open my mouth to say something, anything but nothing comes out. He looks at me and a small smile appears on his face.

"It's 8." He says with so much confidence and hatred. I hate it. My anger rises as I look at him, not believing how willing he is to do this. Grabbing his arm, I pull him in the room and lock the door behind me.

I hear a small gasp leave his mouth and the satisfaction I feel through it, is insane. If he wants to do it this way, then this way it is.

"Are you practicing how to get on my nerves right now?" I growl and laugh like a maniac. If he wants to be strong then I am going to break him into so many pieces that it will be so hard for him to collect them.

He just looks at me. I walk towards him, with each step I take, he steps back. "What? Too scared now?" I grin. I know I was going insane, I was scaring him but I had no clue how to react to this situation.
It was like, my body was moving before my brain could think.

When he gets too close to the bed, he falls on the bed, backing away from me. "What happened to all the confidence when you came at my door?" I smile this time and grab his arm before pulling him. In an instant, he's standing next to me, his body pressed to mine while a hint of fear starts to creep on his face.

"Come here." I drag him by his arm as I make our way to bathroom. I stand in front of the mirror and pull him in front of me, making him face the mirror. His back pressed against my front. I look at him through the mirror.

"Look at yourself. Coming here like this." I grab his chin as he looks down and force him to look at himself. His eyes scan himself, then they find me.

My eyes dart at his neck when he gulps, his Adam apple going down and up. Then my eyes find the mole under his lips before finding the one under his eyes.

My other hand slides across his collar bone, slightly caressing his collar bone. His eyes follow my fingers through the mirror. "Showing off yourself like this." My voice betrays me as it comes out saddened.

My eyes fall at his shoulder. I study his neck and my face slowly moves in to place a soft kiss. My breathes fall on his skin and I feel him breathing heavily next to me. I peek at him through the mirror and find him looking at me with his mouth slightly open, his eyes filled with insecurity and his cheeks pink.

I throw my head in the crook of his neck and warp my arms around him, pulling him in a hug.

"I'm sorry." My voice cracks as I sigh on his shoulder. My voice coming out a bit muffled.