Sage's POV

After we got home from breakfast, I couldn't help but think about his stab wound. He seemed fine but that was just the front he faked to everyone. "Hey, Matteo, Can you come here real quick, so I can check your wound?" I asked. 

He walked over to me and sat down on the bar stool. He slowly lifted his shirt. It looked like the stitches had been infected. It was oozing white puss. "Matteo, this doesn't look good at all. Here come on, let's go to the bathroom and I'll clean it up." I urgently say. 

I grabbed ahold of his hand and dragged him into the bathroom. He sits on the toilet while I rummage through the bathroom cabinets for hydrogen peroxide. I needed something to clean and dress his wound. There's absolutely nothing. I told him to sit tight and I will be right back. There's a little convenience store right down the block from the house. 

I decided to test my luck and see if they had any there. I walked in as a bell chimed through the store. I went straight to the medical section and searched high and low for hydrogen peroxide. I didn't see any at first. I moved a box of bandaids and low and behold there stood the last bottle of hydrogen peroxide. 

I quickly grabbed the bottle and ran to the cashier. "Is this all Ma'am?" he says nicely. 

"Yes, Sir" I reply. 

"That'll be four ninety-five," he says. I pulled out the wad of cash I shoved in my back pocket and pulled out a five-dollar bill. He hands me the change and I hurry back to Matteo. When I got back I went straight to the bathroom. 

Matteo was still sitting there but on his phone this time. I grabbed a washcloth and dabbed some hydrogen peroxide on it. I walked over to Matteo and kneeled. I slowly pulled up his shirt. "This will only hurt a little" I whispered. 

I slowly started to dab over his wound. He winced at first but after a while of cleaning the wound, he didn't make a single noise. I dressed it in gauze and medicine I had found in the cabinet. My fingers slowly grazed along his chiseled and tan stomach. As I finished wrapping the wound I could feel his cold gaze on me. 

I looked up and our eyes met. I gave him a small smile. We held eye contact for what seemed like forever until he broke it to look at my lips. Before I could even say anything to him, he rapidly closed the distance and kissed me with raw passion.

I pulled back for a minute knowing this was not a good idea. "Fuck", I say under my breath. I crash my lips back into his. The way he staked a claim on my lips was killing me. He pushed me back into the sink and lifted me on the countertop. He grabbed my hair and pulled it to pull my face closer. His hands found their way to my waist. He slowly lowered them, being very hesitant. 

His hands grabbed my ass with so much force that I moaned into his mouth. He liked that because he practically growled into my mouth. I stopped kissing him just for a minute to catch my breath. He always never failed to take my breath away. "God you have no idea how long I've been wanting to do this since I left," he says breathing heavily.