In the heart of Rome, Niccolo Rossi and Bella Conti are notorious for their reputations and mutual animosity. Niccolo's hidden secret fuels his hostility towards Bella, who remains resolute despite his mistreatment. When they are forced to deal with...
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NICCOLO Niccolò woke up to the soft rustling of the tent and a gentle beam of morning light filtering through the fabric. He shifted groggily and caught sight of Bella struggling with the zipper on her form-fitting zip-up long sleeve shirt. Her frustration was evident as she fumbled with the zipper, her ponytail swaying with each movement.
Suppressing a yawn, Niccolò decided to help. He moved quietly behind her, careful not to startle her. As he brushed her hair to the side, he heard her breath hitch slightly at the unexpected touch. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reached for the zipper.
"There you go," he said softly, sliding the zipper up smoothly. He couldn't help but notice how well the shirt and shorts complemented her figure, accentuating her curves in a way that was undeniably attractive.
Bella barely turned her head, her expression still groggy. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice barely audible. She quickly gathered her belongings and exited the tent.
Niccolò watched her go, his smirk widening slightly. The brief, almost intimate moment had left him with an unexpected sense of warmth. He lingered for a moment, savoring the quiet calm of the morning before he started his own day.
As the group embarked on their mountain hike, the crisp morning air invigorated their spirits. The trail was steep, but the promise of breathtaking views and the camaraderie of friends made the trek enjoyable. Niccolò, Bella, and their friends navigated the winding path, exchanging light-hearted banter and encouragement.
BELLA Bella walked alongside Elena and Aurora, their hiking boots crunching on the gravel. She glanced over her shoulder occasionally, catching glimpses of Niccolò and his friends, who were a little ahead on the trail.
Elena turned to Bella, a mischievous grin on her face. "So, how was your night with Niccolò? Anything interesting happen in the tent?"
Bella rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a smile. "It was... quiet. He actually helped me with my shirt this morning."
Aurora chuckled. "Really? I thought you two would have some major fireworks by now."
Elena raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, I mean, you guys didn't, like, fuck or something, did you?"
Bella laughed, shaking her head. "No way. It was just him being his usual self. He was surprisingly helpful, though."
"Surprisingly helpful?" Elena echoed, her tone teasing. "Sounds like he might be warming up to you."
Bella shrugged. "I guess. But he still doesn't explain why he's been such a jerk. I don't know what his problem is."
Meanwhile, Niccolò, walking with Luca and Dario, glanced back occasionally, noticing Bella and her friends' animated conversation.
Dario nudged Niccolò, breaking his thoughts. "So, did you really help Bella with her shirt this morning? Heard you had a little moment."
Niccolò smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. "Yeah, just a bit of help. She was struggling, and I figured it was the least I could do."
