𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

100- devastating ending

Waking up, the first thing I do is looking beside me to make sure he hasn't left. I feel like a weight has been lifted off of me, as I see Luca silently snoring next to me.

I still have no idea how my brothers gave us permission to spend the night together, but I'm glad they did because I wouldn't wish to spend my night sobbing with anyone else than the boy quietly sleeping next to me.

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. His normally bright green eyes are now closed, and for once in his life, he isn't carrying a frown upon his eyebrows. His lips are plump, either from the crying he did last night of from the kissing we both performed in, and his dark hair is laying all over the place.

He's too good for me. He even asked me last night if I'd rather sleep alone, so he'd sleep on the floor if I wasn't comfortable with sharing a bed. I told him it was fine, partly because it really was fine, and partly because I couldn't bear seeing him sleep on the ground of his own house because of me, and we doze off into eachothers arms. In most cases I would be worried the guy I would be sleeping with would want to do more than just sleeping, but with Luca I wasn't nervous about this for even a minute. I knew he'd never do something with me I didn't give my full permission to.

I slightly flinch when I notice those big green eyes have been opened and have been looking at me for a while now as I was staring at him like a creep.

"Good morning, love." He says with a groan while stretching. I almost fawn over the fact his morning voice is as raspy as it can get, and the fact he doesn't seem surprised at all that I was gaping at him. Confidence on men is such a hot thing.

"Good morning." I say with a slight smile, and I already feel my cheeks flustered a bit when I see he has gained his attention on me.

"What do you want for breakfast?" He asks me with that same voice.

I manage to past a fake smile over the real one from minutes earlier, but I know for a fact the flush my cheeks had earlier has now disappeared.

"Uhm, I normally don't eat breakfast. It makes me nauseous." I excuse myself, and he just nods although with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"Alright, do you want to get dressed? Or do you want to take a shower?" He asks me and I nod at the latter.

"Okay you can use my bathroom and I'll use the one from the guests room." He says already getting up from the bed we've slept in, when a thought invades my mind.

I'm almost too scared to ask him it, and my thoughts can't stop but spiraling in my head at the possible worst decision I'm about to make.

But my full trust lays with him, and I want to show him that.

"You don't have to use the guest room's." I say shyly, my cheeks brightening even further at the words I would've never let come out of my mouth, had I not been comfortable with him.