AMOREVOLE

Chapter 2

WARNING: LITTLE MATURE CONTENT IN THE END

"Thank you for today. I enjoyed it very much!" Chayoung said turning to him when they reached her doorstep.

"The pleasure is mine..." Vincenzo smiled softly looking at her face shining by the warm street light. 'How beautiful can you get?' the thought run in his head.

"Are you staying in your apartment in Geumga Plaza?" Chayoung was curious of where he will go after that.

"No. I am staying in the hotel nearby," Vincenzo said looking at her shoulder then in her eyes. It was his habit from the childhood. He couldn't look in the eyes straightly, but now it was easier for him. Since he could recognize people's motive from their gestures, he used to pay attention to that first. But when it came to Chayoung, he couldn't fully figure out her emotions without studying her eyes first.

"Why would you not go there?"

"Someone might have rented it," Vincenzo said.

"No one did. I tidied up the space last week. I think it's still clean enough to stay there..." She trailed off.

"You were there?" Vincenzo was a bit taken aback by the reveal.

She nodded. "I sometimes go there since Jipuragi is in the same building and have a drink," Chayoung pouted averting her gaze to her left.

"You drink alone?"

"Yeah. Since it was your house... it has your aura and I feel like you're present every time I go."

Vincenzo was silent for a few seconds. He put his hand on Chayoung's forearm gripping it lightly, moving towards her hand slowly, his gaze following his moves. The guilty sigh that came out of his lips was the indication that he was going to apologize to Chayoung again.

"I know." VIncenzo heard her saying. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself, okay?" seeing how the male was inwardly struggling between staying for her and going back for his family in Malta. Both were really important.

"It must have been hard for you..." Vincenzo finally said looking at her directly. His hand calmly caressing hers.

"Not as hard as for you. Being a mafia boss is not the easiest thing on earth as I know!" Chayoung exclaimed and Vincenzo became nervous for hearing mafia word. Especially in a quiet neighborhood like this.

"Could you stop saying that word loudly? Someone might hear-"

"You mean Mafia Boss?" Chayoung asked cutting his words.

"You-"

"My boyfriend is a mafia boss~"

Since Chayoung didn't stop singing in her opera kind of voice, Vincenzo didn't find anything else rather than wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling her closer. She had to shut up after his chest collided with hers and her hand froze leaning on his shoulders, which she then quickly put around his waist.

They were looking at each other with patience, yet with so much tension and longing floating in the air. Chayoung wanted to kiss him, but Vincenzo was faster this time, again. He leaned in closer to taste and savor her lips with his, gently moving his other hand to her neck. Chayoung kissed him back with the same intensity, unwilling to let him go. He made her lose her breath and she was driving him crazy by softly touching his neck, jaw, cheeks.

Some moments later they slowed down the kiss to let the air come in their wasted lungs, but stood close in each other's arms. Late night summer weather was getting humid.

"I have Makgeolli left in the fridge. Would you like some?" Chayoung asked breathlessly looking at his eyes and periodically glancing at his glistening lips.