Nothing Above You

Twenty eight

Mateo Delacruz

Looking for Enzo was the first thing I had done after opening my eyes this morning. If you would tell the Mateo whom Enzo had met for the first time in the restaurant that he would be looking for Enzo the first thing in the morning, he would've died from laughing after smacking some senses in you but look at the Mateo right now. Shamelessly sighing in relief to see Enzo still in bed, beside him. Yup, that's me. Right here. I know I'm the one who's out of his senses.

But who cares.

Seeing him sleep so peacefully beside me makes my heart swell with joy and warmth. Some of the strands of his hair fall on his absolutely gorgeous face as he lays on his stomach.

Yesterday, the maid had stepped in the room with his clothes in her hand but the anger in me didn't allow me to wear them. I was so furious at the thought that he couldn't even wait a single day, wanting to use me as soon as possible. Me being me, I wanted to give him exactly what he wanted, like he would do it with any another.

My ego reflected in the mirror when I saw myself in the mirror after the shower and then my eyes landed on the bathrobe that hung on the stand.
I was not going to show him a single ounce of emotion. This was nothing, he was nothing.

It was a simple bait to save Leo.

The way he had broken down on my shoulder, sobbing and crying, regretting that he had agreed to the deal made me realize how big of a mistake I was making. I had realized that I wasn't the only one suffering from my words, Enzo was suffering too. I was dumb, I know and I'm so grateful for him that he had stopped and not went any further. If he had, I wouldn't have been able to look at someone in the eyes.

I can't help but feel butterflies in my stomach as I imagine myself waking up to this mouthwatering view every morning.

Every part, every corner is filled with his scent. It's all him. Just him.

Moving closer to him, my heart races in my chest. I slowly raise my hand and carefully caress his cheek. It's a feral touch, barely making any contact with his skin but I can still feel electricity flowing down my fingers.

"Morning, ragazzo carino. (pretty boy)" His hoarse voice fills the room and my mind goes numb. I'm frozen at my spot. His voice. His fucking morning voice. I could literally fold. No. I folded.

I slowly move my eyes from his cheek to his eyes. His bed eyes stare at me as he looks down at me and I can feel my cheeks turning red immediately. I want him to take me already. I feel so hard right now.
I gulp. Harshly.

"Morning to you too, bell'uomo. (handsome)" A smile takes place on his lips before he flicks his tongue over his amazingly juicy lips. I know for sure he loved the nickname I just gave him. I can see it in his eyes.

He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him in the comforter. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you waking up in my bed like this." He whispers in my neck as he rubs his nose against my skin. My breath is caught in my throat as I try not to make any noise. I feel the heat radiating from all over my body.
I was not expecting a confession like this.

"How many times?" As much as I wanted to sound strong, confident, my voice comes out in a whisper, a sigh. I was practically shaking in his arms and he knew what he was doing to me. I feel goosebumps all over my skin as his hand moves up and down on my arm. I can literally feel my mouth going dry.