Honey and Scars

I'm yours, and you're mine.

WARNING: Slight smut

I awoke to the sound of gravel crunching and I immediately shot up. That must be Matteo. I ran to the window and peered out as a huge smile grew on my face. I couldn't contain it. I looked at Matteo as he carried a large duffle bag inside. Part of me hopes he would have looked up at me, but he didn't. Does he know I'm watching him? Probably. He seems to know everything.

My mother and I haven't talked since a few days ago, and I'm grateful for that. I assume she told my father due to the fact that during the past two evenings at dinner all he did was glare in my direction. I'm not sure if it was so much of a glare, as a look of disappointment and confliction. I mean for all he knew his sweet and only daughter was having sex with the 22 year old farm hand. That can't be good can it?

I threw on a loose white shirt and ran downstairs. I hope my parents don't treat him any different. He didn't do anything wrong.

When I entered the downstairs dining room to my surprise I found Matteo talking contentedly with my parents.

My mothered offered me a soft smile, to which I rolled my eyes and took a seat. I took a piece of fruit and shoved the whole piece in my mouth.

The whole time I could feel Matteo's eyes glaring into me. His gaze was so heated I didn't even have to look at him to know he was looking at me. More like searching my soul.

I glanced over at him and a sly smirk danced across his face.

I smiled at him softly before directing my attention to my father who cleared his voice obnoxiously loud.

The tension in the room was so thick I could almost smell it.

"Are you and my daughter having...intercourse? Mr. wright?" My father asked suddenly.

My mother snapped her head towards him so fast she could have broken her neck.

Matteo nearly choked on his water. "Excuse me?" He asked, more of a statement than any sort of question. He sounded on edge, which was quite understandable.

"You heard me. Are you having sex with Hannah?" My father asked once again, this time with a hint of anger in the voice.

"Mr Barlow. I don't know what gave you such an impression, but I am not. I appreciate you asking, and if I were I'd let you know. That is if both Hannah and I decided to tell you." Matteo responded. He's so mature. I would have yelled, or better yet ran upstairs.

"Hm." My father said sighing contentedly. "Well... then are you courting her?"

I shook my head. He had such a way with words. Does it even matter if he's courting me? It's none of my father's business. However, It makes me wonder what Matteo's going to say. Is he courting me? Or are we simply just... friends? Or are we neither. Maybe we're just simple acquaintances... who kiss on occasion and who miss each other dearly? I was about to find out.

Matteo cleared his throat and looked at me. His deep green eyes patrolling all over my body.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and shrugged. It seemed as if he was asking me what we are with his eyes, and I had no answer.

He took no more wait before responding to my father. "Mr. Barlow. Hannah and I friends and nothing more. I'm sorry if you somehow got the impression that we are otherwise, but I will tell you now are simply friends." Matteo spoke sternly, and looked my father right in the eyes. He seemed so confident and sure of himself. Which I'll have you know, is not something people usually are when facing my asshole of a father.

My heart shattered into pieces as he spoke. Simply friends? Oh really? Is that what we fucking are? I don't make-out with my friends. I don't make hidden promises of some wonderland I may never experience. I glare over at Matteo, but not long enough for him to notice.