We Fell in Love in October [Bruno Bucciarati x reader]

Bittersweet spice

I haven't written anything spicy in a while so I apologise if it's not the same as before >_<

Small note: this may seem odd, but I would like to say that my original reason for writing this was to recreate the feeling of safety that I lost when Bucciarati died. In other words, I'm writing this not for the purpose of it being a random story that people read but as a place you can rest and relax.
I feel that if I can give my readers that experience then I have succeeded in my original goal as a writer <3

Full disclaimer: I don't speak Italian so please, you are more than welcome to correct me as I'm only going by google translate >_<

'Your heart was beating quickly at the idea of what was to come. You could feel your cheeks warming up and a slight weightlessness enveloped your mind.

'I hope this works out...''

[Time skip to the day before the celebration]

You sat on your bed with your knees pulled to your chest as you peered out of the window. Despite the beautiful view of the sun slowly disappearing off the tops of the roofs, you were on the other side so the sun was nowhere in sight for you.

You were on edge.

While you and Bucciarati hadn't had any time alone since your awkward conversation on the hallway, there had been a series of events that all piled up, leaving you feeling dazed and confused.

Although none of them were particularly revolutionary or intimate, they were significant enough to make your heart rate increase ever so slightly when you thought through them.

There had been the time you came back from your shopping trip and you had accidentally made eye contact with Bruno who was coming down the stairs. You had exchanged small nods and then carried on your way, but it was so unexpected that it left you feeling a little panicked.

Then there had been the time you had been in the kitchen, gathering some breakfast and Bruno had entered. He had murmured something about needing to get a bowl down and had stood behind you while reaching up to get said ornament. In itself, it wasn't that bad. But the fact you could easily feel his chest on your back and his hips lifting as he stretched to reach his target. Though you hadn't shown it you had been very flustered and had avoided eye contact as you left the room, to prevent him from seeing the heavy blush on your cheeks.

Then there had been the incident yesterday evening.

Just like the previous two times he had appeared unexpectedly, although this time it had been late at night. You had been coming out of the bathroom after getting changed and all ready for bed. He had emerged from his own bedroom with some papers in his hand when he looked up and his eyes had landed on your form which was slightly covered in darkness due to the time. You'd had a small exchange with him as you had walked to your room, both of you saying your goodnights to one another.

Halfway through the exchange though, you hadn't missed the way his eyes at first remained on your eyes though slowly meandered down to your neck, then risen once again to your eyes before - in a moment of weakness - dropping to look you up and down.

You had to admit, the fact he was also in his night clothes had made this occasion particularly memorable. He was dressed in soft baggy trousers with a large white shirt draped over his torso. The same attire he'd worn when you two had your incident at the hotel.

'I was thinking of something a little more...intimate~'

You'd frantically dismissed the memory before you could become too flustered or embarrassed.