𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #2
"Stefano..." I open my eyes and awaken from the lust. My hand is still on his erection. I'm about to protest to how wrong this is. How friends don't do this to each other.
"Please...just- fuck it."
He placed his lip...
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RAENI
Domenico was busy trying to call Ares, making it seem like a national emergency. He acted out perfectly, made it seem dire to meet us. He didn't mention that I would be there as well, just that they had to meet each other.
After the call he dropped the phone on the sofa and sat down next to us.
"How are they?" I asked while my hands were sitting idly in Stefanos lap. He raised his own hands onto mine and held them.
Like I said, physical touch was more his love language than it was mine.
"They are okay. They are staying at Gertrudes. The police came by to ask them questions, about the...attack. Knowing them, they lied." He narrated while rubbing his chin.
"So now what?" Stefano asked me. "We get an angry reaction out Ares. Then what?"
"It's all up to Luigi." I raised my shoulders and I saw them grimace. "None of us knows what he has prepared. None of us are willing to forfeit their support and infiltrate their side."
"That would take time and Luigi is smarter than that. The oldest trick in the book." Dom sighed into the silence.
Stef looked at me and knew it was time. Time to leave. That night would be the last night we spend together, if something unexpected didn't occur. We generally thought that Luigi would just attack once he was sure that the news spread and Ares was furious at Lorelai. We had only hoped that it would go down that route because we weren't in for the surprises.
We definetly were not. Later that might, we went to bed. Dom tried calling Jessica and Giana again but Jessica picked up only. She said she had gone to clear her head because she found something out. We didn't know what to think so we just went to bed early. I remember laying on my back and slightly going crazy because I remembered I hadn't painted anything in literally two months.
I was twiddling my thumbs, staring at the ceiling, painting it with my eyes.
"What's wrong?" He mutters into the darkness around us. I start to breath manually as I can feel his worried stare on my face.
I turned my head, looking into his eyes. His green eyes were just so ethereal during the night-time. As the moonlight spilled through the semi closed blinds, they shone onto his eyes with particular light that I almost didn't want him to move just so I could stare at him longer. Before I could stop, I reached my hand out and touched his face, stroking his cheek lightly with the pad of my thumb.
"I can't sleep." I whispered into the darkness between us. He shifted up so he was holding his head up with his arm.
"Do you want me to warm up some milk for you?" His voice carrying over as gently as the ice cold wind.
