All I've ever wanted

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Camila POV:

Italy is beautiful.

It's exactly how I thought it would look but way more.

The architecture of the buildings and the scenery is just somewhere you would go to on your honeymoon.

And to top it off Sebastian's mom is a total sweetheart.

I was a bit nervous but completely taken aback of how easy going she is. She made me feel like I was talking with my mom. It was definitely a relief but not completely because I still haven't met his dad.

We just pulled up to their castle. CASTLE! What the fuck.

If this is what living in Italy is like, sign me up.

However I did seem to notice the security guards with guns. I guess they're very important people over here? I don't know. Sebastian is very private when it comes to his life in Italy. Back at home he's well known for the family businesses they have, which is plenty, I did my research, and of course his amazing ability in basketball. He's winning state championship in all of high school and college.

I'm pulled out my thoughts when Sebastian drags my hand with him and we enter double doors of pure beauty.

This house is like four hotels put together. That's how extravagant and humongous it is. I'm truly in shock why someone would need so much space? It's weird. I would totally get lost living here it's too much for me personally.

"I'm going to give you the tour later baby, right now I want to show you my room that we'll be staying in" he leads me towards a grand staircase. There's two ways you can go upstairs, it's insanely beautiful. Marble floors, glass chandeliers hanging from the ceilings. It's crisp, clean and white.

If there was a murder scene here you'd be in deep shit. Impossible to clean from how white everything is.

Sebastian notices me staring at everything "it's very white, I know. My dad has a thing for it and my mom likes it clean. It's unique."

We walk upstairs to a third floor which only has one door on the level. He takes me down the hallway and opens the door.

Wow. Not what I was expecting. His room is a complete three sixty from the rest of the house.

Everything is black just like his room back at home. The only difference is the white furniture. White furniture but black bed sheets, black curtains, black rugs, black and grey artwork.

Big king size bed, a balcony to the side that views the ocean.

"Wow. Is your house like this too?"

"My house is near the beach, you'd probably like it more. Less white, more black, and a lot of color." He winks and lays down on his bed and exhales loudly and pats the side next to him for me to lay next to him.

I happily do. Jumping right next to him on the bed laughing because he bounced right back up.

"Damn I'm not that heavy" I say between laughs.

"You're not heavy at all, I was just not expecting you to jump." He glares at me because he knows that I know he hates me talking about myself in that way.

Sigh. Whatever. I roll my eyes at him and try to relax on this super comfy bed. The one on the plane was not even close to this comfort.

"Can we just stay here for the rest of the week? This bed is amazing. Can we take one home for us?" I ask him. I'm literally contemplating on trying to steal it. However I doubt it'll fit back on the plane.