The One I Want

15. The kiss

Giovanni's pov

As I lay in Matteo's embrace, I can't help but think of how the tables have turned. One day he was crying in my arms, and now I'm crying in his. Different circumstances but with the same outcome. We both cry. We're humans. But I haven't cried about my father and sister since a year ago.

I try to bury that deep in my heart. I try to numb the pain. But no matter what, something always makes me go back to them. Crying about their accident.

Pulling away from Matteo, I wipe my tears but I already know my face is stained and my eyes are red. I don't have the courage to look him in his eyes so I stand up and walk towards the door.

"Come on Matteo. I'll make us some hot chocolate." I leave out of the room and head downstairs to the kitchen. While I'm walking, I feel as though one of my walls have been broken.

A wall that I've tried to keep up for so long. Making it to the kitchen, I grab two cups from the cabinet and put them on the counter. Grabbing the box of hot chocolate packs, I grab two and put the box back on top of the fridge.

I open the first one and pour it in one of the cups and do the same for the other one. I hear footsteps behind me, and I know Matteo has made his way in the kitchen.

Turning the sink on, I put one of the cups under the water and let it flow until I think it has enough. Moving the first cup, I put the other cup under the water and wait for the right time to pull away.

Putting the cups on the counter, I turn the sink off and open the microwave door. I grab the first cup and put it in. I set the clock for 2 minutes.

"I use to drink hot chocolate all the time with my little siblings. Our parents would buy a big box, it had 30 packs in it and we would just drink it all up in a week." Matteo says and I turn around. Looking at him, he gives me a small smile.

"I'm the oldest of 5 kids. It's me, my brother Aiden, Jordan, then it was my sisters Tina, and Joy. I asked my parents why they named her Joy, and they said because she's a miracle baby. My mom had a miscarriage a year after she had Tina, so having Joy was amazing." Matteo smiles at what he says.

The microwave goes off and I turn around, open the door, and carefully grab the cup. Putting the other cup in the microwave, I set the timer. I open the drawer, and grab a spoon. Stirring the hot chocolate, I take the spoon out before handing it to Matteo and he thanks me before taking a sip.

"That's hot." He says and we both laugh. We sit in silence and after a while, the microwave goes off and I open it and grab my cup out. Closing the door, I stir the hot chocolate before putting the spoon in the sink.

"You wanna go watch a movie?" I ask once I turn around and Matteo nods before leaving the kitchen and going to the living room.

I follow behind him and sit next to him on the couch. Taking another sip of the hot chocolate, I put it on the coffee table before grabbing the remote and turning the tv on.

"Do you wanna watch the princess bride?" I ask.

"Yeah. I love that movie." Smiling to myself, I go to my recordings and search for the princess bride. I recorded it about a month ago since it wasn't free to watch on demand.

Pressing play, Matteo takes a big sip of his hot chocolate then puts it on the coffee table.

Ten minutes into the movie, we're sitting close to each other. Shoulder by shoulder. I don't move and neither does Matteo. As I sigh, I make a big move and put my arm around his shoulders.

Matteo shuffles closer to me and puts his head on my chest.

I look back up at the movie and watch as Buttercup is swimming in the ocean. Trying to get away from her captors. I really wish Wesley would hurry his ass up and come rescue his true love.

"Gio?" Matteo says quietly. Looking down at him, he's already looking at me. His eyes goes from my lips to my eyes and I do the same. Our heads slowly move forward, and we kiss.

My lips to his. His lips are softer than I thought they would be. Rubbing his arm up and down, his hand holds the side of my face and I can't help but think that this is what I want. He's the one I want.