𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙳 𝙼𝙴; 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚒

𝙴 𝙿 𝙸 𝚂 𝙾 𝙳 𝙴 #𝟻

T H O M A S

This is something I haven't told anyone, not even my band. Since the first time I saw Camilla, I was amazed by her, I loved her. The past five years my crush on her only grew bigger and bigger. But I knew if I told her she would never want to see me again, especially because she had a boyfriend. Right now I think it's time I tell her about my feelings for her. As soon as she steps into my apartment, she is safe, safe from him. "I'm very proud of you Cami", I whisper, closing the door. Her perfect light brown hair is a little bit messy, when she jumps on my bed.

I thought she was going to cry, but crazy enough she looks only happy, and slightly proud. "Thank you again", she whispers back at me, smiling so beautiful. I crawl on my bed next to her, and my heart is beating load, just like last night, when I watched her fall asleep. "Cami", I whisper, taking her hand. Somehow she seems a little bit surprised, although I held her hand the whole day. A small gasp escapes her lips, and she looks in my eyes. I know it's too early to tell her this, but I have to know what she thinks about it. "You are my best friend, Cami", I swallow, and she looks quite scared in my eyes. "But you are not just my best friend", I mumble, hearing another gasp roll out of her mouth.

She turn her head away, staring into my pillow. "Cami, you are safe with me, and I'll make sure nothing happens to you anymore", I touch her cheek, before I lean in. Her eyes are pierced on mine. She doesn't move, I only feel her shaking hand on mine. Camilla is the one who makes the move, and her pink lips on mine feels so much better than I ever could imagine.

C A M I L L A

Out of reflex I pull my head away, causing him to look slightly disappointed. This felt so good, and I never felt this way with Giovanni. "I-I'm sorry", Thomas mumbled, but I bring my hands to his cheeks. "Don't be, I'm sorry", I swallow, before his soft lips brush over mine again. Thomas his warm hand turn away to my back, and I gasp, pulling myself away again. I know Thomas will never judge or hurt me, but it's a reflex. "Bellissima, I will never hurt you", he whispers, caressing my cheek. "Trust me Cami", he whispers, leaning over me. The guitarist his lips meet mine again, and multiple butterflies fly around in my stomach, and they go crazy. Soft hands touch my hips, and a flashback rushes through my head, but I know it's Thomas, and not Giovanni, so I push the flashback away.

"You are flawless bellissima", his lips run over my cheekbone, and his fingertips softly caress one of the multiple bruises on my body. The guitarist lands on top of me, and I think the butterflies in my stomach are about to escape. One of my hand brush through his blond hair. My breath is going higher and the flashbacks start retuning. Giovanni his disgusting lips on my body and his hands squeezing in my hips, giving me the worst feeling ever. With my whole body I try to push the thought away, and only focus on Thomas his lips in my neck, and his bare hand softly running over my hips.

"Are you okay bellissima?", Thomas his lips remove themselves out of my neck, and he looks in my eyes, where tears are gathering up. "bellissima?", he asks again, wiping my tears away, and his lips meet my forehead. "I'm so sorry, Thomas I can't do this", I mutter. The guitarist gets off of me, carefully, kissing my hand. "I'm sorry", he says, when I crawl closer to him. "I never meant to hurt you", his arms open and I crawl inside his grip. "No Thomas, you didn't", I swallow. "I need some time I think", I muttered. Some new tears roll down my cheeks, and Thomas quickly kisses them away.

"Bellissima, I promise you, you are safe with me. And I'll never ever hurt you", his voice is like music to my ears, and I bury myself deeper into his warm skin. His sweater smells safe, his skin smells safe and even his house smells safe. "Give me some time, but don't think I didn't enjoy it", my lips place a careful kiss on his soft lips. "Would you like to meet my band?", he asks, sounding a little insecure. Honestly, I never knew about his feeling for me or how he was thinking about me. And honestly I never knew what I felt for him, until now.

"Of course, I could use some more friend", a small chuckle escapes from my lips. My phone buzzed, and Thomas grabbed it out of my back pocket. "Uhm excuse me, that's mine", insulted I raise my eyebrows, and grab my phone out of his hands. Laughing Thomas makes me sit against him, and wrapped his warm and safe arms around me. My heart almost fell out of my chest, when I saw Giovanni texted me multiple times. "It's him", I mumble, feeling Thomas pulling me closer. "Ignore him", warm breath whispers against my hair, but I can't resist it to look for a second what he said.

"Camilla I beg you, come back to me, you know I can't live without you"

"I need you, so please come back to me"

"You are going to regret this so much"

"Believe me, that Thomas isn't good for you, he doesn't even have the looks"

The anger started boiling in my blood again. How does he has the guts to say that Thomas isn't good for me, or that he doesn't have the looks, because he definitely has. "It's not true", I saw, smiling at Thomas. "You are perfect for me, and I'm surely not going to regret this", I kiss his cheek. "He is right, he can't cook, he can't do the laundry, he doesn't even know how the kitchen works", I giggle, blushing. "He deserves that", Thomas says, caressing my cheeks, before pressing a small kiss on my bare lips.