piccolo tesoro

Roomates

Vincenzo:

August 22nd 2022

Sitting across from Arabella should be a pleasure.The way she smiled to herself while she ate her pancakes. Or the way she looked at me every so often to check on me. Maybe if I was eating too, or if I was watching.

Or maybe to make sure I was even still there.

"Is it good" She broke me out of my thoughts as I looked at her.

"Hmm?" I raise my brows encouraging her to continue.

"The coffee?" I watch as she stares as my half empty cup.

"yes, want to try?" She looks at me and then at the cup.

"Okay." I wish I knew what was going through her head.

I motion for her to come on my couch to try the drink. I know she could've tried it on her side but she doesn't need to know that.

She makes her way over and plops down right next to me. I carefully hand her the cup, afraid it could spill on her little pink dress.

Her little little pink dress that is going up to far on her thighs. I place my hand in my lap solving to problems at once.

Avoiding pulling down her dress and hiding my boner.

I place the cup in her petite hands, "Okay, if I make a face, or don't like it. It's not your fault or the waiters or the cooks. I'm just picky" I fight the smile that trying to peek through my lips.

so naturally submissive, so naturally trying to please.

She took a sip and immediately made a face or disgust. She grabs her nose and plugs it so then she can swallow. With all that effort Im surprised she didn't spit it, "It's good."

liar.

"Want your own?" She shakes her head quickly but slowing down when she realizes her cover was blown.

"n-no I just, I'm just going to finish my pancakes." Her warmth moves away from me as she goes and continues eating.

She smiles again as she picks up a fallen chocolate chip from the table and placing it in her mouth. She is so content with the smallest things, something I find so admiral. 

But knowing the smile on her face while she ate her chocolate chip pancakes could fade after our conversation scared the shit out of me. And the fact that I cared scared the shit out of me more.

She sat across from me while she drank her orange juice, some drip down her lips and she reached her tongue out to retrieve it.

I adjust again, the second time today.

There could be just her or a thousands girls in this room and the only one I would notice is her.

Unfortunately that's the same for other men as well. At the club she didn't even notice everyone's eyes on her, the way I had the urge kill every fucking person who looked at her.

Even today she got hit on by my staff. Well ex staff. That fuck was fired the moment he stared at her for longer than a second.

But I'm not sure if she is even aware of how I feel. I'm not sure I even understand how I feel. And I know she definitely does not feel the same.