Until We Die|✔️

37| Late Night Talks

~Everything will be alright, maybe not now but soon :)~

Evangeline's PoV
I sat on the bed in my pyjamas, not knowing what do to. By that I mean I was bored and I had no idea how to become not bored. "Are you just gonna keep staring into thin air?," Tobias asked me.

"Precisely," I answered before pausing. "Is everyone here related to you?" I suddenly remembered that girl Chiara. He nodded his head.

"Chiara is my little sister. She's the youngest," he told me. I nodded my head. I thought they looked similar but I just had to let my jealousy get to me.

Tobias let out a sigh and pulled back the duvet before sliding in. He sat up leaning his head against the headboard, exposing his naked upper half and leaving his tattoos on show. I love his tattoos. I turned towards him, moving my body so I was facing him. My fingers began fishing in my lap as a wave or nervousness washed over me.

He noticed and reached out to grab my hands. "What's wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "Just-," I paused. "I'm just scared I don't get along with anyone because I don't understand Italian."

"It's okay," he reassured me. "My mom and Chiara lived in America for a while. Our whole lives we've always moved between countries. We'd spend a couple years there and couple years here. So they know English perfectly." We stayed silent for a minute as I tried to get rid of the feeling. "What if I teach you some words?"

"That'd be great," I said with a warm smile.

"Casa means house."

"Casa," I said, testing the word out on my tongue.

"You're a natural."

"Come on, throw some more at me."

"Bellisima is beautiful."

"Bellisima," I repeated.

"Amo I tuoi occhi (I love your eyes)," he told, staring into my eyes. I stayed silent with a small smile. "Amo le tue labbra (I love your lips)." His hand has moved from my hands and was resting on my cheek. I leaned my head against his hand almost instinctively. "Amo tutto di te (I love everything about you)."

Without another word, he captured my lips in his. Both of our lips were moving completely in sync, almost as if they were perfect for each other. Our lips moulded together perfectly as my hands ran through his hair and his ran up and down the sides of my body.

After a few moments, we broke apart. It was at this point that I realised that at some point he had lifted me up and moved me on top of him. My legs rested on either side of him as I straddled him. My shorts rode up slightly making me feel his rough hands making shapes on my bare thighs. I rested my hands on his abs restraining myself from trailing the outline with my finger.

What if I got a pen and did it?

Neither of us shared another word as Tobias somehow managed to get the duvet from under me and place it over us. "Can I ask you something?," I asked, not really sure if I should ask.

"You already did but go on," he said. I rolled my eyes before turning serious.

"How many girls have you been with?"