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❝Not all saints are holy.❞
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THE BROAD DAYLIGHT pours above me making me want to leave my body and visit Antarctica. The round collar of my T-shirt doesn't give any proper judgment to the given weather.
"Mrs. Romano." I look up at the source of the voice only to find Mrs Muller staring at me with a smile filled with judgment and curiosity. If anyone is wondering where we are let's have a recap of what happened after we kissed last night.
The way his mouth moved around mine left an impact on both of us. I smile, tracing the curve of my lips revisiting the earlier incident.
Even if I consider it as forbidden it's not what my heart felt, itfelt as if the puzzle of Rubik's cube is finally solved.
"Dare to notify me that we shouldn't do this Stephano, I am goingto drag your soul out of your body."
He laughed at my statement while I didn't joke. My face was stoic and only showed seriousness. And a few moments later he too got the message as he kept quiet.
He sighed, resting his head on my shoulder. "I never thought this day would come too quickly but I am happy and content that you aren't rejecting me like most in other stories said." I rolled my eyes and pushed him slightly to see his face.
"First of all, I am happy becauserecently those luscious lips pulled me as a magnet and second, our story differs from the rest of the world and if our story tends to be the same then I guess every story should end up like Romeo and Juliet, Ying and Yang, Laila and Majnu but I guess thedifference is what makes us unique. Our story may tend to be forbidden but give me a chancetorectify the society's perception and I will pull the dagger and slice everyone who tends to stand against us." My long ass lines finally pulled a smile on his beautiful carved feature.
He chuckled lowly dipped his face back to the crook of my neck and inhaled the lavender perfume I applied. "Grazie."
I smiled at him and whispered, "Mi piaci." (I like you)
He stiffened and maybe, the act somehow strangled my vulnerable emotion. "Anche tu mi piaci." (I like you too.)
