Amora was in my arms, after a quick little clean up we came back into bed. We pushed dinner a little later as well.
"Amora." I say,
"hmm?" Amora hums out.
I feel guilty, not even going to deny it.
These Issues I've tried to push away for a while now.
"I've been pushing it off for a while now" I start off, catching her attention. She brings her head up, to face me "And as much as I'm trying to push it away, the more need there is." I say.
"Just spit it out," she demands. Amora starts fiddling with the seam of my shirt.
"I have to go to Italy," I say straight up. Her lips part and she gets up from the cuddling position we were in.
"What?" she says in a hushed tone.
"I'm sorry Amora." After a moment she gently slaps my chest,
"that's all? You got me all worked up for something not that big." she scoffs.
She's lying.
And I know what you're thinking
'He's leaving? And literally right after I've asked her to move in.'
"I am relieved that you will be fine because you're here at my- our house Amora. I don't have to worry." I say.
Our.
Not mine, or my.
Our house.
"It's our house already?" she teases.
"Amora," I warn.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry." Amora playfully rolls her eyes.
"Would you like to tag along with me?" I ask her.
"Enzo, I can't, my passport-"
"I'll get it renewed for you immediately. Just say the words" I say to her, cupping her face, creasing it with my thumb.
"My parents?" She whispers.
"You're 18. Legally you're allowed to leave the country without your parents and without their permission." I tell her.
"I would love to." She says in a whisper.
My life in Italy is much better there than here.
She'll love it there.
And I know that for a fact. "My passport," she mutters.
"I'll get it done before you even wake up tomorrow," I say to her.
On her face, she had a little bit of disbelieve.
"Don't believe me?" I ask her. "Don't trust me?" I add, she smiles a little.
"Why should I trust you?" She asks, teasingly.
I smirk, "because I would quite literally burn the fucking world down. All you need to do is ask me to do so" I say to her.
Her eyes soften, and her cheeks turn a little pink. "I'm hungry," Amora says to me, trying to switch up the conversation.
"Let's go make some dinner, shall we?" I say, she giggles a little and we make our way over to the kitchen.
I'm making my mama's special lasagna.
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"Is it done?" Amora complains.
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RomanceMafia • Amora Dior is an 18 year old who was sent to a boarding school for 'bad kids' for something she was never to blame for. She has lost all hope in life, and her parents give zero shit about her. What happens when she meets Lorenzo Romano, an...
