The Boss's Son

16. Let Me Love You

Say go through the darkest of days. Heaven's a heartbreak away. Never let you go, never let me down. Oh it's been a hell of a ride. Driving the edge of a knife. Never let you go, never let me down. 

The lyrics echoed through the kitchen, wrapping me in a cocoon of warmth and energy as I prepared breakfast.

I was wearing nothing but a blue oversized shirt that draped over my body, the fabric soft against my skin. I turned the radio up, letting the music fill the room, and danced around, my heart light and carefree. The rhythm flowed through me as I grabbed eggs from the fridge and sausages from the counter, eager to whip up a delicious breakfast.

Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah. I won't give up, nah-nah-nah. Let me love you, let me love you. Don't you give up, nah-nah-nah. I won't give up, nah-nah-nah. Let me love you, let me love you...

The catchy chorus urged me on, and I couldn't help but move to the beat, using the whisk as a makeshift microphone. I spun around, lost in the moment, when my eyes caught Elio leaning casually against the kitchen island, a smirk playing on his lips. His dark hair fell just above his eyes, and that mischievous glint in his gaze made my heart flutter.

As soon as he realized I had seen him, he pushed himself off the counter and sauntered over to me. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pressed his lips to mine, igniting a spark that sent shivers down my spine. His hands slid down my back, slipping under my shirt, and I gasped as he squeezed my bare butt, a playful but tantalizing gesture.

"I should probably check the eggs; I don't want them to burn," I said, breaking the kiss reluctantly. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he smiled at me, giving me a quick peck before letting me go. I turned back to the stove, whisking the eggs until they were fluffy and perfect, while the sausages sizzled beside them, filling the kitchen with an appetizing aroma.

Once everything was ready, I plated up the food, setting a steaming portion in front of Elio before claiming my own seat at the small kitchen table. As I settled onto the cold stool, I felt a jolt of chill rush through me, my bare bottom meeting the cool wood. I shivered slightly but couldn't help but smile as I glanced at Elio, who was already digging into his food, a look of pure contentment on his face.

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"Hey," came Luke's voice through the speaker.

"Uhh... hi, Luke. What's up?" Elio and I had been watching funny YouTube videos, completely engrossed, until the unexpected interruption.

"I was just wondering, do you want to hang out? I was thinking about bowling," Luke suggested, his tone casual but a hint of eagerness underlined his words.

I glanced at Elio, seeking his reaction. "Go," he whispered, giving me an encouraging nod. 

Luke and I were just friends, and he knew there was a boundary between us. Despite that, I couldn't shake the bittersweet feeling in my chest. I had spent so long building walls around my heart, convinced I wouldn't let anyone in, but then Elio had waltzed into my life, breaking those defenses down with his charm and warmth.

It felt so wrong to want him so badly, yet I couldn't help it. I knew that telling him I loved him would complicate everything; it would push our agreement to its limits, and that was the last thing I wanted. So instead, I settled for the knowledge that I wouldn't ever have him the way I truly wanted, clinging to the fleeting moments of affection we shared. The love I felt for him grew stronger with each passing day, and the thought of rejection was enough to shatter me into a million pieces.

"Bowling sounds fun," I finally said, forcing a smile.