Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Laying in bed after waking up is the best feeling.
Reflecting about the things that happened in your life recently, thinking over the good and the bad. The people you've met, seen and talked to.
The people you kissed.
Leandro and I kissed.
And I liked it.
My hearts start beating even hared at the thought of it. His pillow-like lips against mine, moving in a sync motion.
It felt so good-
A knock at the door snaps me out of my wishful thinking, and I sit up straight in bed.
"Come in" I say while stretching my arms, and turning my neck. I look at the person, and see Leandro. My eyes widen in surprise, and I throw the covers back on me to hide. He lets out à deep chuckle before nearing the bed.
I see his feet for the small opening, still too scared to take off the cover. "You don't need to be scared, I won't bite you... yet" I let out a gasp, and move to the middle of the bed for more protection.
But that is in vain, as I feel two strong arms pick me up from where I am, and lift me up in the airs.
I squeal in surprise, and clutch to him as best as I can. But after a second, he put me down. I peek out my head, and I'm in my closet.
"Get dressed. We're going to Italy in an hour" My eyes widen, and I lower the blanket down my face to look at him, but he's already gone.
I ponder over his words.
Has he ever lied?
And with that in mind, I rush to make my suitcase. I throw every and any clothes. Corsets, skirts, pants, dresses and undergarments all together. I pack in à few shoes, mostly beautifully decorated flats and small sandals.
I pack my toiletries after using them a last time, and my jewelry. I take my shower, and put my greasy hair in a bun, and look at my state.
I'll have to was my hair and get another bottle of concealer In Italy.
But then, I really look at myself.
And I look happier than I did a week ago.
Are the bad days done, mom?
I apply some lip balm, and rush back to the closet to pick my clothes. A light gray tank top, some gray trousers, and a gray coat. Don't want to be too hot, but not too cold at the same time.
I put on some gray sneakers and pack my bag, which consists more of books. I head for the door, but I hear à knock. I open it, and there stands Leandro. In a gray t-shirt, and gray trousers, with black shoes.
"Are you ready?"
"I am. Are we really going to Italy?" He smiles while taking my suitcase. À real smile.
"Yes, we are, Amorina. Excited?"
"Beyond" We get to the bottom of the stairs, and walk out to the cold November air. I close my coat more once the cool air hits my chest.
We get our luggage in the car, and get in the car, on our way to the airport.
"How long are we staying?"
"As long as you want. I have a branch over there that needs some work, but this trip is mostly for you. To get to know me better, and the country I grew up in."
"What was it like, growing in Italy?"
"Picturesque. A true paradise. I always felt loved over there, although both my parents were super busy. That's why I left for Chicago. I wanted to make a name for myself, other than my father's name. I felt too sheltered."
We get to the airport, and this time I'm not surprised when we take the route for the private airstrip. We walk side to side, while the bodyguards were ahead of us, putting the luggage in the plane.
"Who's your favorite person in the world?"
"If I answer, you might hate me"
"Maybe, but answer anyway." He stops walking, turns to me, and hold my face in his hands, gently.
"You, Amorina" I look up at him, completely hypnotized by the rawness of his words. The rawness of his eyes. The rawness of his soul.
He lets go of me, and I'm still in a trance. So much, that I don't realize a fork lift was coming close to us. I'm snapped out of it, by Leandro taking my hand in his, and yanking me close to him.
"Are you okay? Were you not looking?" I look back at him, and I realize that I could have been severely injured.
"I-i'm so-orry"
"Why are you sorry, Amorina? Just be careful next time." I nod, and we keep walking, my hand still in his.
"Y-you know you can let go of my hand, right?"
"No, I'd rather prevent another accident."
And with that, we walk all the way to the airplane in silence.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I don't understand this.
OUR LITTLE FAMILY IS GROWING SO MUCH!
I checked on Tuesday, the 10th of October and I saw 2,05k.
Y'all love this story this much?
THANK YOU SO MUCH @LaraMezz AND @Ffeiejsjdjdj FOR ALWAYS VOTING AND FOR COMMENTING, IT ACTUALLY MAKES MY DAY.
