𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐢

𝟎𝟏𝟎. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲

Reagan arrived in France with a grin on her face as she saw Matteo,

"I know you did not just walk right past me," Matteo let out a scoff as he watched the girl walk past him,

"That was funnier to do than I thought it was going to be," Reagan let out a laugh as she turned back to him,

"Nice to see you too," the boy couldn't help but smile as he held his arms open for her,

"Hi Matteo," the girl looked at him as she hugged him,

"I missed you," she added as she dug her head in his chest,

She missed the way he smelt.

"Well that only makes one of us," the tennis player smirked as he watched her face drop,

"Hey!" The PR manager scoffed as she sent him a glare,

"I'm kidding," the Italian laughed as he smiled,

"I'm glad that you're here," he added as he softly patted her head,

"Now I hate to ask this but," the American began as her stomach growled,

"Where's lunch?" The raven haired boy smiled as he took the words that she wanted to use,

"Where's lunch?" The blonde nodded as she cocked her head,

"Come on," Matteo smiled as he used one hand to lock with hers and the other to grab her suitcase.

"I'll take you to the car and then we can go straight there." He added as he watched her grin.

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The duo walked into their villa as Reagan took in the view,

"This is beautiful," Reagan gasped as she looked out to the ocean,

"Wow," she added as she turned back to him still in awe,

"You like it?" Matteo smiled as he cocked his head,

"I love it," the blonde nodded as she grinned,

"You did well picking this," she added as she placed her bag in the floor,

"I have a surprise for you," the raven haired boy smiled as he watched her push her hair out of her face,

"Yeah?" The American asked as she cocked her head,

"I wanna teach you to make pasta," the Italian explained,

"Really?" The PR manager let out a soft gasp as her mouth turned into an O shape,

"Yeah," the tennis player nodded,

"You okay with that?" He added as he cocked his head knowing that the girl might not like cooking,

"I'd love to learn," Reagan nodded as she grinned,

She was excited.

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The soft sound of music played through the villa,

"You did it!" Matteo cheered as he clapped his hands together,

"Now we wait for it to rest and then we can cook it," he explained as he watched the girl wrap the bowl up,

"Come here then," Reagan smiled as she held her hand out for the boy,

"Why?" The tennis player asked as he cocked his head,

"Because I was you to dance with me," the PR manager explained as she moved to stand in the center of the living room,