Isobella Romano, also known as Isobella Payne, is the daughter of the Italian Mafia Boss but also an FBI Agent. You're probably asking yourself how the daughter of a mafia boss became an FBI Agent... it was difficult.
Bella is visiting home for a mo...
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———————————————————————————— ~Steve Rogers~
We've been sitting on the couch for nearly an hour, talking about the most random things. Her legs are draped over mine as I absentmindedly trace over her jean clad thigh. Her fingers play with the ends of my hair, making it extremely hard to concentrate but I'm somehow focused on every word coming from her mouth.
Everything is so easy with her... I feel like we've known each other for years and not just two weeks. I've never felt this before and I don't know what it is. I've never been in love... when I was away from her, I missed her like crazy. I was irritable and everyone noticed. It's not because we haven't had sex, I just missed being around her.
I don't want to have sex with her.
Ok that's a lie. I do. But I only ever have sex with women... I never build anything. Most of the time I don't even let them finish. Yea I know I'm an ass but it was easier that way. I want this to be special. I'm so consumed by her and I don't want to rush things.
"Stevie, are you even listening to me?" She asks, a small smirk on her lips. Yea I was definitely not listening...
"Uhhhh... no... I'm sorry." She shakes her head but smiles.
"What's on your mind?" Has she always been this close? I honestly just noticed how close her lips are and fuck if I don't want to feel them again. She's addicting. Instead of answering her, I lean in and kiss her softly. I feel her relax and lean into the kiss a little more.
"You... you were on my mind." I admit once we pull away. Kissing her feels like I can breath properly. Like I'm deprived of oxygen and she's my source.
"Oh? Go on." She smiles and I nearly lose it.
"I feel like I've known you for years and not just a few weeks. You're so easy to be around." I admit.
"I feel the same way. And I don't like people easily. It takes me a while to warm up to someone."
"Oh I know, I could tell with the glares you kept giving me." She scoffs and I automatically smile.
"Because you were staring at me like a psychopath and not saying a damn word!"
"What can I say, you're beautiful. I couldn't help myself." She rolls her eyes but I see the small smile creeping up on her lips.
"You were acting like a hormonal teenager who had never spoken to a female before." I bust out laughing. I love when she calls me out, it's amazing.
"You made me nervous! And I'm never nervous. Even Bucky was shocked with how I was acting." I tell her.
"Why am I different from your other... conquests?" I almost cringe at her word use but try not to make it noticeable.
"Because you call me on my bullshit. Most girls just giggle and go along with things. It was nice having to work for a change because when I first met you, I knew I wanted you. I didn't know why but the more I've gotten to know you, I don't want this to just be a one night stand. I hate having those, honestly." I admit. She grabs my hand with her tiny ones and kisses my skin. My heart skips a beat at the innocent action.
