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"I'm sorry, I didn't realise I slept on your shoulder." I apologized to Mr. Italy for the hundredth time this morning. He politely shook his head with a small smile.
"No problem." He replied as we walked downstairs to the Law Firm. "You were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you up."
"I was really tired yesterday. You know, I had not slept in like two weeks. Thanks to you, who were sleeping peacefully in the hospital while I was paying for your expensive room. I was saving all that up for a world tour. I was so angry at you for not waking up." I gave him a side eye. "But I really slept like a baby last night. All the stress was killing me since the tragic events."
"I did pay you back for the room." was the only reply he gave to my rant as we reached Jipuragi.
"Well, yes, but it's just not the same anymore." I said, pulling out the door keys from my pocket.
"Hey, wait—" Mr. Italy said suddenly, grabbing my shoulders to turn me towards him. I was taken aback by the sudden gesture, so I tipped my chin up once, as if to ask him what he was doing. "It's your lipstick."
"What's wrong with my lipstick?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
"It's a bit smudged."
"From where?" I asked, my eyes widening at the information as my hand flew to the side of my lips to wipe away any trace of the rosewood colour from my skin.
"The other side." He pointed to my left side, and I rubbed the spot. He huffed after a while, grabbing my wrist so that I stop rubbing my skin. "You're making it worse." He said.
"You do it then." I bent my upper body towards him, leaning my face closer to him. His breath visibly hitched for a reason I couldn't understand and he opened his mouth once to speak but shut it close a second later.
"Me?" He let out a few moments later.
"Yes, you." I rolled my eyes. "Who else do you see here? It's just us."
"Just us." He repeated as a whisper under his breath and I raised a brow at his behaviour, snapping my fingers in his face to bring him back to earth.
"Are you doing it or what?" I asked and he hastily nodded his head, stepping closer to me so that I had to look up at him due to the height difference. I have never really noticed how much taller he actually is from me, but now that he was standing so close, I found out that he actually hovered over me.
A stupid fluttery feeling set in my lower abdomen when he tipped my chin up with his thumb and index finger. His thumb then touched the side of my lips and he focused, his gaze zeroing in on my lips.
Fuck.
There was this sudden urge again, the urge to grab him by his collar and pull him down to my lips. I wanted to feel how soft his lips actually were. I wanted to see his lips marked with my lipstick. God, I wanted to do so many things in this very moment.
