Chapter XVII

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(y͜͡/n͜͡' s͜͡ p͜͡ o͜͡ v͜͡

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(y͜͡/n͜͡' s͜͡ p͜͡ o͜͡ v͜͡. )

I'm on the bed looking down, staring at the boy I'm in love, watching how he's sleeping on my chest, admiring his perfections, running my fingers through his hair. I've missed this so much.

He moves his head finding a comfy position and smiles, perfectly knowing I'm below him. One of his arms is around me and he hugs me tighter, like not wanting to let me go.

He is... something else. I love him. I love everything about him. I feel complete with him.

Out of nowhere, there's a knock on the front door, making me move and making Mattia to wake up confused.

"Someone knocked on the door." I let him know.

"Shit." He mutters and gets up and off of me. He rubs his face and takes a deep breath, puts his gray joggers on before walking away to answer the door.

I look down his body and see my scrunchie on his wrist like what? When did he even get it?

I decide to get ready, just in case something happens because I'm half naked.

I decide to get ready, just in case something happens because I'm half naked

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(m͜͡ a͜͡ t͜͡ t͜͡ i͜͡ a͜͡' s͜͡ p͜͡ o͜͡ v͜͡ )

I open the door and find Victoria there. Completely forgot she was coming... And Y/n is downstairs in my bed naked.

"Vic." I smile. "Um... I know I invited you over but my mom just called me saying she's coming home so..." I lie.

"Okay, I just wanted to see your haircut." She smiles. "I love it, you look really good."

"Thank you." I reply.

"Well, it's nice to see you, I guess, I'm sorry for making you come all the way here." I say.

"It's fine, at least I got to see you." She says and wraps her arms around my neck. She tries to kiss me but I move back, saying that she should go, to cover up that I don't want to kiss her. "Yeah." She nervously says and backs away.

Out of nowhere her eyes look down my body and her face changes. What is-

Oh God. I have Y/n's scrunchie on my wrist.

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