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Chapter 12 ~ What Now

Luca's POV

My face reddened. I heard the door close and hurried back to the bed. I wiped my face on his red bedsheets. 

They smelled like him.

"Sorry about that" Alberto said, walking in. 

"No worries" I answered.

"So um- you should rest" he muttered while rubbing the back of his neck.

"I don't think I can sleep right now" I uttered.

"Then we can play a game or watch a movie. Whatever you want" he stated.

"Watching a movie sounds fun" I affirmed.

"Perfect" he whispered.

"As long as it's not a rom-com. They're always cliché" I mentioned.

"You shouldn't be talking" he chuckled while looking through his drawers.

"What's that supposed to mean" I gasped, acting offended.  

We laughed for a while until he pulled out a DVD.

"You're gonna love this one. Trust me" he reassured me.

He set up the movie and set blankets and pillows on the floor. It was romantic. I was scared of what could come next. 

"I need to change. Do you mind?" he asked.

"No, of course not. Do whatever you need" I answered.

He took his shirt off. I tried hard not to stare but every glance was glorious. His skin was a rich tan. His abs were slightly toned. I could see every muscle and vein on his upper body. He was sweating. He had many scars. Every part of him was attractive no matter how much I told myself they weren't.

"You can change if you want to. I have plenty of clothes you could use" he offered as he turned around showing me his body directly.

I couldn't answer. My eyes nervously shifted up and down. 

He put on a tank top.

"Oh ok" I said.

"Let me finish changing and then you change" he stated.

He then took off his pants. I forced myself to look at the wall. I'd passed out if I got one look. One day, if and when it is right, I'd be able to. For now I'll just wait.

I looked at him for a mere second. To my surprise, he had already put on sweatpants. 

"So...feel free to wear whatever you want" he said, heading towards the door.

"You don't have to leave. It's your room and I don't want you to go through the hassle of going out and coming back in" I rapidly answered.

"You want me to watch you undress?" he teased, stepping back into the room.

"No I-"

"I don't mind, but that's simply not modest" he said in a snobby accent while putting his hand on his chest.

"Alberto! You know that's not what I meant" I exclaimed.

"I know exactly what you meant. I'll just sit back and enjoy" he said.

"You're so weird" I joked.

He chuckled in response and sat down on his bed.

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Alberto's POV

He quickly took off his shirt. Santa Mozzarella. He looked so perfect. He looked fragile but not at the same time. His slender build. His porcelain white skin paired with slight arm muscles. A slim waist covered in bruises. I loved all of him, but the bruises left a bitter taste in my mouth.

"You should organize your drawers" he noted while pulling out a t-shirt of mine.

"Maybe" I answered in agreement.

There was a long pause of silence when Luca was looking for bottoms.

"Have you ever thought of what would've happened if we never met?" Luca inquired.

"Yeah. Very often actually. I still don't have an answer" I told him.

He quickly slipped on a pair of my shorts and sat next to me.

"What happens if my mom finds me?" he nervously muttered, looking down.

"She won't. You can stay here for as long as you want" I reassured him.

"Here's the first place she'd look. She thinks you're a bad influence" he scoffed. 

I stayed quiet in shock. She's not wrong to think that but I never expected it. She'd be furious if she found out I was refugeeing Luca.

"What would she do if she finds you?" I asked in tremendous fear. I didn't want to hurt him any further.

"I'd get sent to the deep. I'd probably stop breathing. We'd never talk again" he explained.

"How are you so calm about this?" I asked.

I signaled for him to follow me and we headed towards the TV.

"I'm used to it I guess" he answered.

This crushed me. I couldn't see what pain he was in. I couldn't see what caused this pain. I couldn't fix it.

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Luca's POV

We sat down on the pillows and covered ourselves with the blanket. 

"Are you ready?" he asked intently.

"For the 7th time, YES" I retorted.

"Ok" he said.

He pressed play and quickly came running back next to me. This time closer than before. 

"Wait, is this a rom-com?" I questioned.

"Perhaps" he joked. 

The movie started.

A volte il vero amore è in bella vista

Alberto seemed moved by this one line. 

His hand slipped under the blanket and brushed it against mine. I recoiled my hand for a second because I felt flustered. I returned to my previous position. He continued and interlaced his fingers with mine. 

He looked down at our locked hands and then at me. It took me a while to realize he was looking at me. When I looked back, all I could see were his beautiful eyes. As green as the moss that grows on the north side of trees in dense, mysterious forests. His long, naturally curled eyelashes. His lightly freckled skin like the warm sand on clear beaches.

I couldn't help but stare.

We heard keys jingle and the door knob move. 

The door flew open. Alberto quickly moved away from me. His hand left mine. He turned pale and his eyes widened.

"There you are" Massimo chuckled.

"We've been looking for you guys everywhere" Giulia remarked. 

"I was worried sick" Daniela cried.

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A/N

HSkdhsvFKgvfeswajgfvwejagKVSDG Sooooo I finally updated. Everything is playing out how I wanted to and I'm really happy with how this story is going. I cannot thank you guys enough for more than 9k reads on my first story. It makes me so excited to keep writing. I love writing Alberto and Luca interacting with each other. It's so funny to me. Alberto's a little freak. 

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