"Moonshine sounds lovely right now."
"Then it's your lucky day, I'm right here baby."
"No, silly. I want the real stuff, alcohol, absolutely not you."
PSA
I barely know anything about ESC, even though I'm from Europe and has watched ever since I can...
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VALENCIA DE LÉON
The loud beats of Arctic Monkeys' song Snap Out Of It penetrates my ears as I walk down the corridor towards dinner, or rather the elevator at the end of the hall.
The music was a song of escape because I was a bit worried, worried about if the group would treat me differently from what they usually did now after they've found about my song's meaning.
The song starts coming to an end but the beat is still stuck in my head so I unlock my phone to put it on repeat again. Not ready to let go of the free feeling the singer voices out.
Just as I'm about to lock my phone I walk into something firm, something like a wall and a wave of familiar cologne hit my nostrils.
My first instinct is to feel safe, but my worries soon take over and as he turns around and looks down at me I feel like I'm drowning.
His dark eyes search my face, a small smile on his luscious lips as he takes a hand through his hair. A rebellious piece falls through his fingers and I get the urge to swipe it away but I refrain.
Suddenly I notice that his lips are moving but I can't hear anything.
'Snap out of it', Comes a voice and I'm reminded of the earphones plugged into my ears, the beat suddenly deafening and I hurriedly pull them out. The song loud enough for it to still be heard in the background as they fall from shoulder and towards the ground.
I let go of a breath I didn't even know I was holding and look back to his eyes. His smile gone, too, as he he now stares at my lips that I'd painted a dark cherry red earlier.
Feeling conscious I bite my bottom lip but as Damiano's gaze darkens into a black color I let go, now staring at his lips too.
I look back to his eyes and we meet in a heated gaze, brown eyes on green ones. I feel like I'm looking into the wood of a burning fire, the heat radiating off him and onto me.
His eyes luring me in, feel as though I'm becoming drunk on him.
A ding from the elevator interrupts the moment and our gazes flicker over to the elevator where a couple of teens tumble out, giggling to themselves as they trip.
Seems that I'm not the only one feeling drunk tonight.
I let go of a breath once again, not daring to look back at Damiano even though I can feel his hot gaze on the temple of my head.
The sound of the song is still being emitted from my earphones and I become very aware of the it. It's as if the volume now has become ten times louder as the voice almost screams out the words that feel too vulnerable.
