sparks | damiano david (18+!)

two: feels like a dream!*

song for the chapter: affection - cigarettes after sex

- i -

we spend an hour and a half conversing as a group before victoria, ethan, and thomas want to go back to their hotel. we exchange numbers and social media before they go.

camila and gianni left to his room a few minutes ago, so it's just damiano and i on the couch. we're both drunk and high talking about our lives.

"what do you mean you lost your virginity in a pool?" damiano laughs. "i wanted to lose it just to lose it, and i was with my boyfriend at the time, so i just did it. worst experience of my life," i explain.

"how old were you?" he asks. "i was fourteen maybe fifteen. i was definitely not ready to be having sex, but we were at his parents' cabin in the poconos, so it just happened."

= =

"you think they're doing it right now?" i ask, referring to camila and gianni. the music in his room amplified a few minutes ago. "i don't think they would do it knowing there's people outside. you know he's been talking about camila ever since we arrived. i think he really likes her, but i don't know. their relationship seems so interesting," damiano says. "it's because they're finally on again. in a few days, they'll probably be off again."

i get up to go get water because i'm don't want to have a crazy hangover tomorrow. i walk past gianni's room to go to the kitchen and hear my best friend's muffled moan.

i mentally gag. they should've left to our apartment. i pour two glasses of water and head back. "the second i finish this water, i'm leaving."

"what? why?" damiano asks. "we can't hear it out here, but when i walked past gio's room, i heard camila moaning. i'm getting out of here. it's gross," i say. "so where will i go?" damiano asks.

"um, back to your hotel room?" i mean, where else would he go? "i'm sharing a bed with thomas tonight, and i don't think i can handle that." i know what he's doing, he's trying to get me to ask him if he's want to come home with me.

normally, i wouldn't even ask a stranger to come home with me. i open my mouth ready to say, "i'm sure it'll be fine," but instead i say, "do you want to come back to my place?"

sober me would be slapping intoxicated me in the face right now. damiano smiles, accepting my offer, and within ten minutes, we're in an uber on our way home.

= =

we arrive briefly—it's now 2:10. we walk up the stairs in comfortable silence. in my head, i'm scared because what if he wants to hook up for something. i don't know if i would want to or not.

i've been single for a few months, and i don't know if i want the first guy i hook up to be someone that i won't even see in a few days. i open the door, and we sit down on our couch. thank god camila is a clean freak, and our apartment is pretty much spotless.

all we've done since we sat down is look at each other. it's been twenty seconds, and neither is us have said a word. "you have a staring problem, you know," he says.

i make a face, "no, what the fuck? when have i stared at you before? and you're doing the same thing as me right now." he smiles, "back at gianni's you were staring, too. don't think i didn't notice."