Next door / Måneskin

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All I have to say is enjoy!

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At 10:00 am the next morning, Eleonora wakes up with the same headache she had the night before. Not only does it feel like her head is going to fall off the rest of her body, but it hurts in every in every joint just as if she has been bruised.

Reluctantly, she gets out of bed. It is completely quiet in the house, which makes Eleonora quickly realize that her nonna has gone to work. No matter how much she wished she could join today, her body could not bear it. Alcohol should have been illegal.

Downstairs in the kitchen there is a stack of pancakes under a towel on the counter. On the note next to it it says what Eleonora assumed that her nonna is at work and that she wishes her granddaughter a nice day. Eleonora smiles to herself. The notes from her nonna mean so much to her.

Before she sits down to eat, she finds a cigarette and a lighter from her nonna's purse. Every morning after a party, Eleonora tends to smoke to calm her body completely. Even though it does not happen that often, it is a habit she has kept to since the first time she partyed. A cigarette can impossibly harm someone.

Rome has already begun to wake up. The cars drive around and people rush to their jobs. They are most likely too late or are blessed to start work late. Sometimes Eleonora wished that her job at the market was not controlled by people who think they have great power in society and abuse it to the highest degree.

As she stands in the hallway with the cigarette between her fingers and looks at the street life, she hears a cough behind her. Eleonora turns abruptly and meets to brown eyes. Damiano stands in front of her tired with and a silly smile on his face.

«Buongiorno», he says and takes a sip of his coffee. She watches every little movement he makes just as if she is addicted to looking at him. It would not have been so strange considering the appearance he has with him. God has favorites to say the least.

«Buongiorno anche a te», Eleonora smiles before taking a puff of the cigarette. That seems to suprise the boy in front of her.

«I did not know you smoke», he says as he picks up a pack of cigarettes from his packet. She must admit that she already knew that he smoked after all the pictures that have been shared from Eurovision and the time after. It seems that he is unable to put down the cigarette, even in pictures with other people.

Eleonora giggles. «I only smoke after a party. It is a bad habit», she thumps on the cigarette so that some of the embers fall into the hallway below them. Inside, Eleonora prays that the grumpy old man who lives there did not get it in his hair or on his clothes. It would have caused so much trouble for her.

«There is a lot I do not know about you», Damiano laughs, leaning against the railing next to me. «I mean, apart from the fact that I know how to make you come», he winks at Eleonora who is now red all over her face.

She knows he has been waiting a long time to make some embarrassing comment, but she did not know he would be brave enough to let it be about sex. Quite strange as it is Italy's 'sex symbol' we are talking about. Damiano is obsessed with everything that has to do with sex and intimacy.

His comment gives her flashbacks from the night they fucked. From his tongue working all over her body and his fingers doing the same, pleasuring her. She remembers how big he was and the pain that was so enormous, but that disappeared after a couple of thrusts. Yes, Damiano took her virginity and yes, she regrets. Eleonora did not feel ready at that time.

«Stai zitto», she shows him her middle finger as she stumps the cigarette in the ashtray placed on the edge of the railing. Usually she manages to overlook his childish behavior, but today she feels like teasing him back.