My Italian Nightmare

Chapter 4: Angelo

I stopped mid sentence, let my hands sink down and stared right at Angelo, who stared back, eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly open. He looked gorgeous and my heart was beating so fast I was afraid it would pop right out of my chest.

He was still wearing leather pants but not a shirt and had all his tattoos on display. His hair looked so smooth and I immediately got the urge to grab a handful of his soft curls. His hazel eyes were glistening and his nose...his fucking beautiful nose. I just wanted to run a finger across it and kiss it softly. It was a typical roman nose, with a slight bump, the kind that has already been admired by artists centuries ago.

He was looking at me so intensely that I suddenly got very conscious about how I looked. My makeup was probably all smudged. I cast down my eyes and blood rushed into my head.

"Chi è quella belleza?", Angelo said and my breath quickened. His fucking voice. Jeez.

"Uh, Questo è Ari, era ubriaco e ci siamo presi cura di lui.", Matteo answered and grinned nervously.

"Ha 20 anni e ha perso i suoi amici, era fuori tutto solo", Valentina added. She eyed up Angelo, who had not stopped looking at me the entire time.

"È così?" Angelo stroked his lips slightly with his index finger.

I ought to get better at Italian, I thought and got annoyed at myself.

„Mi dispace, ma non parlo italiano..." I said, trying to get the pronunciation right and held eye contact with Angelo.

He smiled slightly and finally averted his gaze elsewhere.

"Cute", he said under his breath.

He pulled out a cigarette and looked at me again.
"You smoke?"
"Yes", I said.

He came towards me and I prayed to god he wouldn't be able to hear my heart banging between my ribs. I had never been able to appreciate his face from such a short distance. It was so very angular, with a strong jawline and sharp cheek bones, while being scarily symmetrical.

He gave me a cigarette and offered me light. I wanted to take it but he bend down and lit my cigarette for me, before litting up his own.

Okay. Alles klar. I tried to breathe normally but I was not able to calm down with Angelo so close to me. He sat down on the couch opposite me between Valentina and Edoardo.

He then seemed to notice the beer in my hand and said "Why did you give him more alcohol when he was feeling sick?"

Valentina rolled her eyes. "Smettila, sta bene, no?"

Angelo smirked. "Don't we have anything stronger?"

"Don't we have to get to the hotel?", Matteo interjected and checked the time on his phone.

"Yeah..."

I shifted in my seat and looked at Matteo. "I'm so sorry for everything but uh, could I maybe use your phone for contacting my friends or a cab or something..."

"What's up with your phone?", Angelo asked and I flinched by being addressed so directly by him.

"Batterie ran out", I said and shrugged. "We wanted to charge it but then we got into talking and I totally forgot about it."

"Same", Matteo said and shook his head.

"Why don't you come to our hotel, you can charge your phone there and then call your friends", Angelo said and I thought I couldn't believe my fucking ears.

Valentina stared at him and Matteo raised his eyebrows as well.

"Che combini?", she asked and crossed her arms over her chest.
„Rilasatti, guardalo. Vedi quanto diventano grandi i suoi occhi quando mi guarda?"