Wrong time - Brando De Sanctis

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Gia's pov:

A day had passed since the incident in the gardens, and I was still reeling from the aftermath. I was grounded, of course, but that didn't stop Brando from showing up at my window last night.

I had been lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, when I heard a faint tapping on the glass. I knew it was him, even before I saw his face peering in at me.

I slid out of bed and opened the window, my heart racing with excitement. Brando climbed in, his eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, we just stared at each other.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, trying to keep my voice down.

"I had to see you," he replied, his voice low and husky. "I couldn't stay away."

We sat down on the bed together, our legs touching, and talked for hours. We talked about everything and nothing, our words spilling out in a rush.

As the night wore on, I knew I had to tell him about my father's warning. "Brando, I have to tell you something," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "My father said if I see you again, he'll...he'll hurt you."

Brando's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm not afraid of him," he growled. "I'll never leave you, Gia."

And with that, he leaned in and kissed me, his lips burning with intensity. I knew in that moment, I was his, and he was mine.