The One I Want

6. Crying over breakfast

Matteo's pov

Walking into the kitchen, the first thing I notice is how everything is a certain color. It's either white or grey. Damn this man like those colors. The man whose name is Giovanni, from the note that I've read, is at the stove. Cooking something, but what catches me off guard is when I see him reach up to grab something from the cabinet.

My eyes go wide as his muscles flex through the shirt he's wearing and I feel like jumping his bones. I feel like bending over for him and letting him ruin my body. Me being the dumbass I am, bumps into a lamp and it falls on the floor, making a loud shattering noise.

He turns around and looks at me. I don't do anything as I stand there with my mouth open and my eyes wide. I'm scared tbh. I don't know what he's gonna say or what he's gonna do. Giovanni puts down the spatulas in his hands, and walks over to me.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to!" I begin to panic. Afraid of what he's gonna do. His face is blank and I feel as though he's gonna try to fight me. Backing away, I think of ways to escape without him catching up to me.

He finally realizes that I'm truly scared as he bursts out into laughter. Wait. I'm confused. "It's ok. I can just buy another one." He smiles at me and I feel myself wanting to smile back.

"Come on. I made breakfast." Walking past the the broken pieces of the lamp, he ushers me to sit down on the grey counter chair. I sit down and he goes back to cooking.

"My name is Giovanni. What's yours?" He asks as he flips what I think is a pancake. My stomach rubbles at the sight. Not the sight of seeing him cook, but the sight of nicely clean food being presented in front of me, and I get to eat it.

"Matteo." Is all I say and my stomach rubbles loudly which makes Giovanni turn around with a smile. This is so embarrassing. I want to face palm myself but Giovanni just laughs.

"Food is done. I'll make your plate." Looking down at the counter, I begin to think of everything that I've been through. Me being kicked out of my parents house, being beaten and raped by my friend, well ex friend and his friends, living on the streets, going from shelter to shelter, losing my car and job, losing my life and dignity.

"Hey are you ok?" Giovanni asks and I look up with tears in my eyes. He sees that I'm on the verge of crying, as he puts my plate down in front of me and walks around the counter. Engulfing me in a hug that is well needed, I cry out all of my frustrations.

"What's wrong?" I don't say nothing as the sadness takes over me. Pouring out everything, I feel as though my life is finally getting better. As though someone is my savior and is gonna save me from all of my problems. He pulls away a little.

"I just. I-I just can't believe that you did this. This is one of the nicest things someone has done for me." I look up into his eyes and he's already looking at me. Smiling down, he wipes my tears and hugs me again.

"It's fine. You seemed like you needed it." We don't say anything as we sit in peace. My head in his neck, I inhale his scent and smell axe. I wish he would let me take in all of his scent everyday without it getting weird.

"Well we should get to eating. The food is probably getting cold." He says and I nod. Moving away from me, he goes to a draw and gets out what I think is silverware. Turning around, he hands me a knife and fork.

Grabbing the two, I look down at my plate and feel like attacking the food with my fingers and mouth. Digging in, I eat the eggs first. Not even paying attention to my surroundings, I hear something click against the counter and I look down to see a cup of orange juice.

"It's so you don't accidentally choke while eating." Giovanni jokes and smiles. I smile back and eat slow. He makes his plate and sits next to me. We eat in peace and I feel my heart swell knowing that a stranger is helping me more than anyone else has in all these years of living on the streets.