Honey and Scars

Three days

A week passed by quite quickly, and in all honesty Matteo and I have scarce spoke. I don't think it was intentional, more just by accident. He's preparing for a three day trip to the city, and I'm just busy thinking about school. Summers about over, and I know the minute I turn eighteen my parents are going to jump at any occasion they can to send me off to collage.

I haven't cut myself for a while, and it feels so nice. Yet I can't help but worry about what will happen if I do while Matteo's gone. I've grown to depend on him every time an urge comes along, and I know he wants to be there for me too. I just pray I'll be okay for three days. He leaves early in the morning, and I really want to say goodbye.

It was early evening and dinner had just ended. Matteo didn't join us tonight because he was busy packing, so I decided to creep down to his quarters as soon as my parents retreated to the study. I made my way down the creaky wooden stairs of the basement and to his bedroom door.

I knocked and put my ear up to the door. "It's Hannah."

I heard a shuffle and then I was greeted by a shirtless Matteo opening the door. He looked a tad flushed, and I can't help but admire his beautiful features.

"Hey there baby." He said smirking down at me, as he leaned up against the doorframe.

Baby... oh my fuck the things he does to me. "I wanted to say goodbye." I said quietly as I gazed up at him.

"Oh? And how do you wish to do that?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"I-" I stuttered out not exactly sure of what he was asking.

He hooked his pointer finger under my chin, pulled my face up, and brought his lips close to mine. He blew hot breath against my delicate lips.

I was so turned on just by his very touch. Oh, I'm so pitiful. I brought my face closer to his and tried to connect our lips. I need him.

He backed up and smirked. "Ah, ah, ah. I don't think so princess. You're going to have to wait. You see. It's not particularly right for me to touch you until you're of legal age. And anyway, isn't it fun to wait?" He said lowly as his gaze seared my very soul.

Fuck him. Screw what's right and wrong I'm so tired of waiting. I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Whatever. Have a good trip." I said as I went to turn around, but was rudely stopped by him grabbing my forearm and yanking me back to him.

I was about to say something bratty before he leaned down by my ear. "Better keep that attitude at bay before I fuck it so far out of you that you won't be able to walk for days." He said, and I swear his voice got deeper.

I felt heat crawl up my neck and to my cheeks. "Uh-" I tried to say but my throat grew swollen and I lost all hope of being able to speak.

"Mhm. That's what I thought. I'll see you in three days, baby. And hey? When you touch yourself, think of me." He said before he closed his door.

I want so badly to go back in there and slap the shit out of him. I hate him. No, that's a lie. I fucking love him. So badly. So much that it makes me hate him.

Touch myself? Who does he think he is speaking to me like that? I don't touch myself. Well... I did. Once. But it certainly was all his fault. His hair, his lips, his smell... fuck. I'm turned on. God he's insufferable.

I'm sorry for these filler chapters! I'm determined to keep slowburn alive, even though I'm not succeeding very well. I love you all! Thank u!❤️