I sighed and flopped my head back onto Alessadro's pillow, inhaling his strange scent. Earthy, musky, powerful and most certainly dominating. I loved it. I clenched his eyes shut as thoughts of his friends came into his head. 'Why did I ever stick around Emily after we broke up?' I thought to myself, sighing heavily as I stared at the ceiling. A single tear left my eyes and I sniffled quietly, closing my eyes to let more tear trail down my cheeks and to the pillow, staining them with hurt.
I felt soft hands holding my cheeks and even softer, plump lips connect with mine and I shot my eyes open to see Alessandro above me. I was shocked for a fried moment before kissing back with as much force as I could muster, whimpering at the feel of Alessandro's lips on mine and how they moulded together almost perfectly. Suddenly his lips were gone and soft finger were wiping away my tears, I opened my eyes and blushed up at Alessandro who was smiling at me affectionately.
Emily never gave me that look. I was then reminded of the very woman who caused these tears and realised I didn't care anymore, I was over her. I smiled up at Alessandro and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down for another kiss. He placed his hands by my waist to hold himself up and smiled into the kiss. After a gentle, loving kiss we separated and Alessandro kissed my cheeks before sitting up next to me and picking up the bowl of soup.
"My mother used to always make this when I was hurt" he said, smiling fondly at the memory of his mother. He picked up the spoon and scooped up some soup, blowing on it to cool and the pressing it against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted the offered liquid, humming at the great taste. I snatched the bowl from his hands and hurriedly drank it all up. Once the bowl had been licked clean, spoon and everything, I set them down on the bed side table.
"T-thank you, it was delicious".
Alessandro simply looked at me shocked before chuckling.
