Honest

twenty-four

"Wait, please! I-"

I inhale deeply, my eyes breaking open as I pant harsly.

Deep brown eyes stare back at me. His hand comes up slowly, almost in slow motion, cupping my face.

His other hand still cradles mine.

I look at him, my eyes darting about. What is he doing?

He leans in toward me, placing his lips on mine tenderly, fully.

His lips quirk up slightly. "Everything is okay, little one."

And I'm hypnotized by his soft tone, his eyes focused on me, like there was no one else in existence but me.

Something about him makes me...feel-

"Why are you here," I whisper.

"For you," He whispered back. He lifted his hand from my face, rubbing his knuckles against my cheek softly, making my eyes flutter close for a moment.

I look at him through my lashes, enjoying his touch.

"Let me help you," He murmured coaxingly, his knuckles drifting down to my neck. "Let me take away your pain."

I sigh, offering my neck slightly.

"Why don't you find someone else to f**k, Vitale? You're good looking."

He smiles. "Because I only want you."

"You've known me for a total of two weeks," I breathe. "You don't know me well enough-"

"I'm always honest," He interrupted, ghosting my side with his knuckles lightly. "I know what I want. I want you."

I laugh bitterly. "For now. And when you get tired of me."

"I always like to play with fire," he whispers, "I never get tired of the flames."

My heart seizes.

"I told you, I don't have fire for you to play with."

He smiled, bumping my nose with his. What an oddly intimate thing to do.

"I'll tell you a secret. I like when you're like this too-prickly, and sad."

"I'm not sad."

He snorts. "We're a lot alike, Y'know that little one. But I'm honest. I'm honest with people, and I'm honest with myself. And all you do is lie."

I swallow.

"You lie to the people you love and tell them you're fine. You lie to yourself and say you're a bad person, and you lie to me, and say you don't want me. But I forgive you."

I sneer. "You forgive me?"

He hums. "Because you're so addicting. I'm addicted to you, couldn't you tell? Now, give me a kiss."

I smirk, burying my fingers in his hair, pulling him against me roughly, pressing my lips against his forcefully.

I can taste his satin smile.

I let him go. He bites his lip, smirking, eyeing me from behind those thick lashes seductively.

"Who could ever get tired of that sweet posion you call a kiss?"

I look away from him.

"You can leave now, Vitale."

"Oh, you think you stop your heart from beating faster around me if I leave now, huh?"

He forced my fave towards. "Huh? That you what think?"

I was hoping.

He smiles. "Okay, if that's what you want."

I frown. "Since when do you listen to me?"

Is he treating me different because of...that?

"I have somewhere to be in few hours," He smirked. "I'll be back, babe. Don't miss me."

Babe? Since fuckin when?

"Or you could not."

He snorts. "You don't wanna stay at my house. You don't want me to be here. I'm starting to think you might not like me as much as I like you, little one."

"Nice observation, Sherlock," I fling sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes. "What you think I care about that? It's only been two weeks. Everyone can't fall in love as quickly as I do."

He pressed a kiss to my lips, leaving me speechless, as he leaves the room, tugging on his pants.

"I'll fix you some food before I leave."

What is wrong with that man? Is he stupid? He must be.

There's something loose in his mind. Some tree that doesn't go all the way to the top branch.

I sigh, shower, dress. I have some things to do, too actually.

I come into the kitchen, where a shirtless Giuseppe cooks, like a God.

I watch his muscles ripple, as he moves about a dishtowel tossed over his shoulder.

I bite my lip. I don't love him, but I love that body of his.

He looks up, smiling. "I'll be done in a second. You want me get something to drink?"

"Juice," I decide.

He gets a cup, pouring me some orange juice. He sure is well aquatinted with my kitchen.

He makes me a plate, setting it in front of me. I'm so used to this action, I just kiss him on instinct.

"Looks good."

"I hope so. I gotta go, but if you need me, my numbers in your phone."

I fork some eggs in my mouth. "Don't worry, I won't need you."

He gives me a funny look, but shakes his head saying nothing. He goes into the room, and comes back out, sadly with a shirt.

I want to out law shirts on that body.

He rolls up his sleeves, checking his watch.

"I'm out. Do you...want me to leave the car?"

I shrug.

He nods, sighing.

"Hey, did you eat?" I ask lowly.

"I didn't have time, I'll get some later-"

"Here," I interrupt, lifting my fork, "Have some." He looks at the fork.

"No, I made fit for you, I'll eat something at the house."

"Eat some," I insist. "My hand is tired, hurry up."

He licks his lips, staring at the fork. I roll my eyes, urging the fork forward. He bends down, taking a bite, his eyes on mine.

I look away.

"Thank you," he says lowly.

"It's just one bite. That's not eating, c'mon, you get half, I get half."

He sits down beside me, and we share the plate.

He smiles smally.

"I'm not doing this cause I like you," I say lowly, putting another forkful of food in his mouth. "It's only right, since you got up earlier and fixed me something."

He says nothing, eating what I give him.

I hand him my cup. "Here, drink some juice."

He takes the cup, drinking half of it.

We sit there, the plate clean, awkwardly.

Damn it, I could've just gotten another fork and plate. I didn't have to feed him like a baby. Ugh!

"You should go," I murmured.

"Yeah I should." He murmured back.

We don't move.

"You'll probably be late," I add, playing with my fingers.

I look up as he pressed a kiss to my forehead.

I close one eyes, my nose wrinkling.

"See you later, little one." He smiles.

I bite my lip.

"Yeah...later."