Honey and Scars

Lemonade

WARNING: Slight smut

I awoke the next morning alone in bed. The events of last night left dark circles under my eyes, and a dent in my bed where Matteo slept. It was the first time in what feels like decades that I felt safe enough to fully sleep. His strong arms held me, and the patterns of his soft breathes calmed me down to the point I almost forgot all about the nightmares, the pain, the scars. But I'll never fully forget. I can't. Matteo is my favorite person and it's safe to say I love him. It's only been a few months, but in that time he's shown me more love and compassion than anyone I know. Victoria never comes around anymore, and I'm tired of always chasing her to tell me how she feels. I've given up. But Matteo hasn't. I fucking love him with every fiber of my being. Call me dramatic, but without him I think I'd kill myself. And I think he might just say the same thing.

I was sat outside drinking a glass of iced lemonade, peacefully reading a book. My parents are still gone. Which I'm not surprised about, they're rarely home. I took another sip of my lemonade and crunched on an ice cube. I was finishing a book I had been reading for quite some time now when Matteo walked up to me.

I jumped slightly as his presence above me was so awfully sudden. I looked up at him and swallowed my ice.

He chuckled and looked down at me. "Sorry love. Didn't mean to frighten you." He said smoothly and ran his hands through his dark curls.

Fuck me. Literally. Sweet Jesus he's so attractive.

I laughed a bit. "It's okay.." I said quietly gazing up into his beautiful hazel eyes.

"You alright Hannah? I'm worried. You were so scared last night." He said and pulled out a chair before taking a seat next to me.

I bit the inside of my cheek and sighed. Was I okay? Not really. Not at all.

"Nope." Is all I said.

There's no point lying to him. He knows more than I do about myself anyway. It's a shame he doesn't know the outside of me just as well...
Bloody hell Hannah. Snap out of it.

"I know love. I'm so sorry darling. I wish I could help." He said and let out a long sigh as he put a loving hand on my knee.

I looked down at his hand and then up at his eyes. He's so sweet. "It's okay Matteo. You help enough just by being there for me when I need you most. I can't thank you enough." I said as I took another sip of my lemonade and sucked on a piece of ice.

"Oh?" He said and took my chin between his pointer and thumb. He looked down at me through soulful eyes, and I could see a smirk appear on his lips. "Maybe you could."

My breathing quickened and my pupils most definitely dilated. I was about to ask what he meant when he crashed his lips against mine.

Fuck. He pulled away after a second and looked at me. I need more. I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer as I kissed him again.

He kissed me back as if he was the hungriest man in the world and my lips were his only food source. I opened my mouth slightly, and he sucked the piece of ice from my mouth to his.

His hand went to the back of my neck as he bit my bottom lip. Oh shit. I moaned softly at the sudden action and he squeezed the back of my neck in return.

My grip on his shirt tightened and he quickly pulled away.

"Fuck Hannah. I've waited far too long to do that." He whispered in my ear.

Our breathing was heavy and his lips were pink and slightly swollen. God. I want all of him so badly.

"Matteo..." is all I could say. "That was...fuck.." I breathed out.

He smirked and trailed his lips against the shell of my ear. "Just wait till your eighteenth birthday princess. I'll make you feel things you've never felt before. I'll give you such a good gift." He whispered lowly, his hot breath fanning against my ear.

I don't know if I can wait until my birthday. "That's such a long time." I complained and shivered at his touch. I dragged my hand up his neck and to his chin. I rubbed my thumb across his lips as he pulled away to look at me.

"It's only three weeks. Be patient, darling and it'll be so very worth it. Be a good girl okay?" He said and pecked my lips once more before standing up. He winked at me and walked away.

Oh my fucking god. That was the hottest thing I've ever done in my life. Now that I've got a taste, I need more. He just left me flustered, and breathless, and yet I can tell he cares for me so deeply.

It's going to be a very long three weeks. Yet, I wonder what he means when he says he'll make me feel things? He's grown... he's experienced and I'm... well not. Does he know that? Yes. I suppose he does.

I'm so fucking scared. And so fucking turned on at the same time. I can only imagine what my birthday is going to be like, and I can't wait.