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I was falling for him.
Pretty dark brown waves. Pretty green eyes. Those pretty full lips. The tattoos that run up his arms. That crazy foul mouth. That pretty soul.
I am. I am falling for him.
He looks to be deep in thought, staring at the wall behind me. So deep in thought he doesn't even even notice me walking towards him. I run my fingers through his hair, watching his eyes snap to me.
I'm falling in love with you.
"Gio, the truth. All of it. That's the deal."
Please say yes. Please, please, please. I don't want to have to let you go.
His warm hand comes down on my cheek, gently holding it as his eyes look into mine. And when he finally speaks I almost want to jump up and down out of contentment.
"The truth. All of it, Fiore." He agrees.
I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding, not able to hold back as I wrap my arms around his torso. He exhales before his arms wraps around me tightly, his head dropping onto my shoulder.
"You have no idea how much I fuckin' missed you." He takes a deep breath, and I can hear his heart beating quickly against his chest.
Oh frick, this was the feeling I've been looking for. This is the feeling my body has been pleading for ever since I left him. It was then that I understood my home was not my childhood house or Alessio's apartement. In fact, it wasn't a place at all. It was him. He was my home.
"I missed you too. So much." I hug him tighter as I feel his lips on the top of my head.
Oh god.
He pulls back, holding my face in between his palms, turning it slightly so I'm looking up at him.
Pretty view.
"Forehead kiss?" I ask.
A small satisfied smile forms on his face, his lips meeting my forehead.
Freaking finally! I shut my eyes, soaking it all in as he pulls back then leaves another one on there.
"Let's go home, huh? We can get chicken nuggets on the way."
I nod my head, pulling back to take my apron off.
"I love that fuckin' outfit on you." he says, playing with the bottom of my skirt.
A deep sense of achievement settles in me. A weird thing was that contrary to how I used to be, I now loved satisfying Alessio. I wanted him to like my clothes. I wanted to make him happy. I wanted to please him. Pleasing him also pleased me.
