bella || 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘴 ✓

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our lips crash.
i savour the feeling as i kiss back with no hesitation.

my hands go for her hair and i pull her closer as she holds onto my waist gently.

a loud beeping sound causes us to pull away, followed by damiano yelling from the living room something about stop making out and cook already.

"silenzio!" a flustered victoria yells back, still holding onto my waist.

i release her hair and reach for the timer in order to turn it off.

has it already been five minutes? time does fly by, huh...

"i don't think we can cook anything in this position" i say once i notice that she still hasn't let go of me at all.

she sighs and lets go of me, leaving only her hand to rest on my thigh as she throws into the pot the pasta and sets the timer again.

"don't burn the kitchen down!" damiano yells from the living room again.

victoria moves away in order to go into the living room, smack him and then return back to me, closing the kitchen door behind her.

"now where were we?" she says and leans in again.

our lips meet and i chuckle in the kiss as the rest of the group is cheering for us from the living room.

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the timer interrupts us once again, but this time we were somewhat satisfied at least.

the food has now been served and we are all sat around the table eating quietly as the guys exchange weird looks.

"what are you doing?" i say and wipe my mouth with a paper towel.

"so-" ethan says but gets cut off by thomas. "did you guys make out or what?"

i almost choke on my food and start coughing at the guitarist's bold question and ethan pats my back in an attempt to rescue me, while on the other side of the table, victoria is on a similar situation.

once we face death and come back, thomas shyly said "so i take that as a yes"

"yep we did!" vic says proudly and looks at me.

"it is true" i admit.

"cool" thomas says and puts another chunk of food in his mouth.

"do you have any more bold questions or should i put food in my mouth again?" victoria asks as she spins around her fork to grab some more spaghetti.

"proceed with caution" ethan replies "it's thomas, you never know"

thomas tries to say something but his mouth is so stuffed that i don't manage to understand anything, but i assume he said it in italian because they burst up laughing while i was still trying to figure the language out.

i knew that quitting italian in highschool would backfire at me but i never thought i'd end up here so now my knowledge is barely enough to communicate with everyone around me.

we finished up our food and damiano put the dirty dishes in the sink as we collectively decided that the washing up is for another time.

we make our way to the living room and they offer me some wine. as soon as i have finished the one cup i promised myself i would drink, i decide that it is time to leave.

"i should really get going now" i say and receive disappointed 'aw's from everyone around me as i prepare to get up.

"noo stay a little longer" victoria says and holds onto my shirt.

"i can't, my son will starve" i say dramatically "by son i mean my cat, salem" i explain when i see the confused looks on their faces.

"go feed your son, then. BUT i am going to drive you home" damiano insists and looks at victoria, trying to get her to agree with him, which she does.

"you don't have to, you guys already fed me and helped me avoid freezing to death! you don't need to do anything else!"

the conversation goes on for about twenty more minutes, it being a one against four.

apparently debating with måneskin is far more difficult than i thought it would be.

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it's so hot today i can feel my skin melting off