Italy

You’re left shaking, hanging up the phone.

That’s definitely not the way you were supposed to end things.

”Hello?” you whisper into your phone, noticing the early hour on the clock.

It’s almost two in the morning. Who would be calling right now?

“I hope you have a fucking amazing time in Italy!”

“Excuse me?” you ask, now wide awake.

Checking the caller ID, you frown when you don’t recognize the phone number.

“Who is this?”

“Your supposed best friend,” the person on the other line scoffs.

“Kevin?” you gulp.

“You’re leaving tomorrow, right?”

“Um, yes.”

“Why did everyone else get a personal goodbye, but I got nothing?”

You can’t answer. Not now. This wasn’t how you meant to tell him goodbye.

You open and close your mouth silently, words refusing to come out.

“So that’s how it’s going to be, huh?” he says furiously, his breath increasing.

“No,” you’re finally able to choke. “This isn’t…”

This isn’t how it’s supposed to be, you want to say, but the words are stuck in your throat.

“I guess I just mean that much to you, huh?”

“Kevin, listen. I was planning on s—”

“Save it. Save your fucking story. Put aside the fact that I’m the one person you could trust; I’m the one person who loved you the most when you thought everyone you loved was lost. Forget that I’m the one who rocked you to sleep when you couldn’t stop crying. Forget it. Forget all of it. Have a good time at that fucking university.”

“That’s not true, Kevin. You’re—”

“You must not love me enough.”

Your next sentence is cut off by his phone hanging up harshly.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, threatening to rip out of your chest.

Your flight’s in five hours. You’re supposed to be going over to the airport in a couple of hours.

You hate flying. You hate airplanes. But studying abroad, in Italy of all places, was an opportunity you couldn’t pass on.

But you can’t leave; you can’t now. Not after what’s just happened.

Kevin’s words shoot at your heart like pins.

You want to tell him goodbye.

You want to hold him and never let go.

If there is one reason that exists in the world for you to refuse to leave, he’s the reason.

You don’t tell him that, though.

How could you? And break his heart anymore than it already is?

You sink into your couch, one of the few pieces of furniture left in your tiny apartment.

It’s too much to take.

Unable to rid the pain aching in your chest, you grab your keys from the table and hoist your purse over your tense shoulders.

Practically running down the stairs and jumping into your car, you start the short drive to Kevin’s house just a little ways across town.

Stopping in front of the house you recognize as what used to be his parents’, you park in the driveway and ignore the fact that there are no lights on.

Darting to his door, you’re unable to control your fist as it knocks loudly on the door.

You finally remember it’s past two and decide to go with plan B.

Pulling your special key ring out of your purse, you manage to locate the one belonging to his house and put it in the keyhole.

It’s for emergencies only, you remember him telling you distinctly.

“This is an emergency,” you breathe, finally able to unlock the door.

Stepping in and peering around quietly, you see the dimmest of dim lights peeking in from around the corner of the hallway.

Walking towards it as slowly and silently as you can, you notice it’s coming out of the den.

In your mind, you go over the phone conversation you two shared merely a couple of hours ago and you can’t help but start to feel angry.

How dare he talk to you like that?

How dare he not hear your side of the story?

How dare he—

“How dare you!” you yell, finding yourself pushing the door to the den open and setting your hands on your hips.

“What the hell?” he yelps in surprise, jumping up from his desk chair and holding his hand over his heart. “How’d you get in here?”

“My key, you dumbass. Now answer the damn question.”

“How dare I what?”

“You think I don’t care enough? You think I don’t love you enough?”

“Why the hell else would you choose to not say goodbye to me, huh? Why—”

“Because it hurts too damn much, Kevin!”

“What?” he asks, a confused look on his face.

Tears of both anger and sadness rush down your face.

You set one of your hands on your hips and the other on your forehead, looking around the room frantically.

Words scramble through your heads and you can’t form a single coherent thought.

“Kevin, I didn’t say goodbye to you because I knew that if I did, you’d be the one person who would be able to convince me to stay. It broke my heart,” you choked, “not saying goodbye to you. But I knew that it would be best if we left things the way they were.”

His eyes are fallen and downcast.

You notice, for the first time, the tired look on his face and the redness of his eyes.

“That’s why I didn’t say goodbye to you.”

You cross your arms over your chest, trying to breathe normally.

Your tears have subsided as you wait for Kevin’s response.

He swallows loudly and you release a heavy sigh.

“Fine. I will have a good time in Italy… without you and your nonsense.”

It kills you inside, but you turn on your heel and walk towards the front of the house.

Your shoes click against the hardwood floor and the sound is almost deafening.

Your fingers brush the cool metal of the doorknob and you pull it open.

Before it’s even halfway open, you see a hand forcibly push it back.

Turning around, you see the top of Kevin’s head.

His body is resting against his palm on the door and he’s looking at the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he whimpers.

“Of course,” you scoff.

You hear him whisper your name, almost begging you for forgiveness.

“Kevin, you hurt me. I can’t believe you’d think for one second that—”

Your words are cut short when Kevin roughly pushes you against the door and kisses you.

The kiss is forceful, and it takes you by surprise.

Your muscles are tense as you don’t know how to react.

Suddenly, you feel your body ease against his and you shut your eyes, returning the kiss.

His lips are soft as they press gently against yours.

Not wanting to press on too far, he stops the kiss and pulls away from you.

His eyes are sincerely apologetic, with a small hint of chaotic.

“I am so incredibly sorry. I guess I was just upset that you didn’t say goodbye, then that turned into anger and—”

It’s your turn to stop him.

Smiling, you press your finger to his lips and silence him.

Slowly wrapping your hands around the back of his neck, you pull your bodies closer and attach your lips to his again.

It doesn’t take long until your tongue parts his lips and you bite his bottom lip gently.

He lets out a small grunt once your tongues touch and you feel his hands grab your hips harshly.

Deepening the kiss, you suck violently on his tongue and shiver when he lets out a loud groan.

Parting for air, your breath is heavy as you say, “Let’s go to your room.”

He swallows and nods slowly, leading you down the hall.

You walk into his room and sit on his bed, watching as he closes the door quietly.

Tangling his hand in his hair, he looks around before his eyes fall on you.

Coaxing him over with your finger, you smile when he walks over to you.

Standing between your legs, he puts his hand on your chin and lifts your lips to meet his.

You stand slowly, your lips never leaving his.

Pulling at the bottom of his shirt, he takes it off and throws it.

Your hands clutch the side of his torso, as if magnetically attracted to it.

Letting your fingers dance across his sides, you smile when you hear him give a quiet moan.

“That tickles,” he mumbles against your lips, and you feel his hands pushing your arms away.

Both of you are wearing pajama pants, it being so late, and you can feel the heat radiating from his body.

Moving your hips slightly so your thigh hits his hard self, you smirk into the kiss when you feel him flinch.

Doing a few more times, he lets out a grunt and holds your hips still.

He pulls his lips away from yours, looking at you without saying a word.

Not wanting to ruin the moment, you remain silent and wait for his next move.

You feel the fabric of your shirt loosening around your waist, followed by the feeling of his somewhat cool touch on your burning skin.

Letting out a loud breath, you lick your lips as his hands travel threateningly slow.

Your eyes repeatedly flutter open and closed as his hands slowly travel higher, goose bumps forming all over your body.

“Kevin,” you breathe, your eyes now closed, your head lulled to the side.

He leaves butterfly kisses on your jaw line, his fingers easily unclasping your bra.

The freedom from your bra makes you bite your lip and he takes your shirt and bra off at the same time.

His movements are achingly slow, but you’re enjoying every minute of it.

His hands snake up your sides and he cups your breasts gently, your skin starting to pale.

Softly pressing his lips to your jutting collarbones, he rests his hands on the elastic of your pajama pants.

Your anticipation gets the best of you and you find yourself growing more and more impatient.

“Just, ugh,” you whimper edgily, “just take it off already.”

He laughs quietly to himself before finally pushing down your pants.

You step out of them, the air hitting your skin like pins.

“It’s colder than I thought it was,” you shudder, almost shaking.

“Get under the covers,” he directs you monotonously.

You do as you’re told and get under his thin sheets, waiting for him to join you.

His eyes look over the silhouette of your almost-naked body under his covers.

His throbbing self is quite evident through his thin, plaid pajama pants.

Suddenly finding haste within himself, he practically rips off his pants and tosses them to his dresser, almost knocking over a bottle of cologne.

Your eyes never leave him, trailing over his defined abdomen and the v-shaped bone in his lower torso that disappears into his boxers.

“What are you looking at?” he rasps.

“You,” you answer simply, waving him over.

He crawls over to you on all fours on top of the blanket, hovering over you.

Even through the fabric of your own panties, plus the sheets between the both of you, you can feel the anticipating heat radiating from his lower body.

He lowers his head to yours, stopping when your lips are just touching.

“You know I love you, right? That’s why I got mad.”

“Yes. Now, stop talking,” you say, quickly closing the gap between you.

Pulling him close to your body with your arms around his neck, you push and pull until he’s under the covers with you.

Throwing the sheets so they’re completely covering both of your bodies, you feel Kevin’s antsy fingers on the waistband of your panties.

You can see only a little bit of his face illuminated by the lamp in his room.

“Take them off,” you breathe, the air getting hotter and your skin getting damper.

He bites his lip before tugging on the fabric and sliding them off of your legs.

Kneeling between your legs, he lowers himself over you and the material of his boxer-briefs scratch at your skin.

“Kevin,” you whine, “take them off.”

His lips are busy leaving kisses on your stomach, so you push him up onto his palms.

“Fine then,” you say, taking your legs and dragging them down his sides until his boxers are at his knees. “Thank… you…”

Your words trail off as you take in the sight of his body.

He’s throbbing to be inside of you, it’s obvious.

Eagerly wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him closer to you.

“Kevin,” you whisper once your lips are near his ear.

“Mm?” he asks.

“I want you,” you say, a moan accompanying your words.

“Do you?” he says, his eyes meeting yours.

You see the light twinkle of green and hazel in his eyes and your heart skips a beat.

“Very much so,” you reply.

“How?”

You feel your cheeks darkening as the words in your mind refuse to come out.

“Tell me,” he says, eager to please you.

“Long and hard, Kevin,” you say, a low groan following your words.

“Your wish is my command,” he smiles.

Licking his lips, he puts his hand on your lower back and tilts you slightly.

“What a… ahhh,” you gasp, feeling him slide into you with ease.

Filling you completely, you feel him pulsing against your walls and every nerve ending on your body is bouncing out of control.

“Kevin,” you whimper, your voice just a tiny decibel.

He doesn’t dare move out of fear that he’d hurt you.

You hear him swallow nervously, so you set your hands on his damp shoulders and he immediately relaxes.

“I need you to move, Kevin. I… I need to feel you move.”

He licks his lips again, slowly moving his hips against yours.

You feel his muscles moving in rhythm with his body and you start to squirm under him.

His large proportion hits every nerve perfectly and you feel the sensation in your toes.

His pace is slow, but steady, and you can’t help but let out a soft moan.

“H-How’s, oh god, how’s that?” he asks, his throat dry.

“Better than I could ever explain,” you moan, your eyes shut loosely and your jaw open widely.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, biting your bottom lip and tugging gently.

“Mm, faster, Kevin,” you say, your head tipping into the bed in sheer pleasure.

His hips move faster, gently at first.

Your moans become harsher, reaching new intensities with every thrust into you.

Suddenly, his hips start to hit yours harshly.

Losing control of his own self, he starts to thrust harder and harder into you.

Reaching behind him as best as he can, he unhooks your ankles that you hadn’t even realized were hooked behind his back.

Dropping one of your legs onto the bed, he lifts the other one higher.

You licks your lips when you feel him hit a bundle of nerves that you never even knew existed.

“Oh god,” you moan, your heart rate speeding up.

Your hands search around blindly and you grab onto a pillow.

Stabbing your fingers into the soft cushion, you let out a loud moan that makes Kevin’s pace pick up even more.

“You like that?” he asks you cockily, licking his lips.

“Y-Yes,” you moan, your voice growing higher.

You’re both sweating against the heat of the comforter over both of you and you can barely breathe.

Setting one of his hands against his headboard as he thrusts over and over into you, harder each time, the headboard starts to rattle and hit the wall.

Your screams of absolute bliss overtake the sound of the headboard hitting the wall, and you feel your muscles begin to tighten around Kevin.

He’s groaning loudly, breathing harshly into your ear as both of you circle your hips in opposite directions.

The friction creates new sensations for the both of you and you know you’re almost at your end.

Lifting your hips at a steeper angle, Kevin thrusts into you a few times.

Your moans grow louder and louder and before you know it, your muscles are tightening around him.

Grabbing at the sheets under you, you let out a loud moan and scream out Kevin’s name.

Tiredly thrusting into you only twice more, Kevin comes to his end as well.

Almost unable to move, Kevin slowly climbs to your side and looks towards the ceiling.

He uncovers the both of you, and the cold air hits your burning, sweating bodies.

Your shallow breaths are the only sounds in the room and your climax is still hitting you.

“Wow,” you hear Kevin finally breathe.

“I… never knew… you had it in you,” you say, your hair sticking to your wet forehead.

You see him crack a smile and you laugh.

“I don’t want to go to Italy anymore,” you say. “Why should I go when I have my own piece of Italy right here?”

“Come here,” he says, pulling you against him. “Go.”

“What?” you ask, still struggling to find your breath.

“I don’t want you to stay here because of me.”

“But—”

“No ands, ifs, or buts about it. You deserve to go there. Besides, at least you can look forward to that every time you come home.”

You nod against his chest and trace invisible shapes on his stomach.

Kissing his wet skin, you rest your head against his body and swallow.

“You know…” you begin, your fingers dancing on his chest.

“Hmm?”

“I don’t have to leave for another few hours.”

“Oh yeah?” he says.

“Yes. How about another—”

You laugh when Kevin turns around and immediately attaches his lips to yours.