Reality

12

Nick's POV

My eyes browsed the tall luxurious hotel building, ancient and rich with vines growing up the walls. The weather in Venice was great; blue skies, cool wind...there was even music in the air.

I turned around to see the bellboy--or to be fancy, the concierge--carrying our bags out of the car and onto the luggage cart.

"Which room, sir?" He asked in a heavy accent.

"522," I told him before casually walking closer and slipping a bill into his gloved hand "Grazie mille,"

The bellboy gave a slight nod and smiled before rushing off to take our luggage to our room, I felt a hand wrap around my upper arm and saw a pair of blue eyes peek at me through her designer sunglasses.

"Did you learn some Italian for this trip?" She asked "Because you sound hot saying them,"

I chuckled "Well, Mon amour I am part Italian."

"That's French, you idiot."

"Scusi?"

"Italians don't say 'mon' they say 'mi'," She shook her head in disbelief.

"We also don't say scusi," An old Italian woman said loudly, she must've overheard us "It's scusa!"

"Sorry," I said under my breath, I was a bit taken aback.

"Well, now you just look like a big idiota." Miley smiled clutching me tighter as we walked into the elevator, I chuckled to shake it off "You know I only speak English and body language,"

Miley gave me a look as she smiled and shook her head again, the elevator bell dinged and the next thing we knew was we are outside of our hotel room. I inserted the key card, and we walked into a deluxe suite, rich with soft gold and brown, draped in sunlight and romance.

"How you managed to find the most Italian hotel room is beyond me," Miley said with a dreamy sigh, I was about to lock the door and shed off my heavy clothes and crawl into the bed but the bellboy appeared with our luggage. Once he was gone it was finally just the two of us in a private, luxurious hotel room. Miles away from anyone we know.

"Only the best for my girl," I said as I walked closer and kissed her lightly. I felt her smile for a split second before I parted to kick off my shoes and get ready for bed. I know it's early, but the plane ride had tire me out and I really wanted to lie down.

A pair of hands clasped the sides of my waist, I turned around to see Miley smiling deviously.

"Hello," I muttered.

She giggled "Well?"

"Well...what?"

"Well...find that 'don't distub' sign and hang it on our door, doofus." She said like it was obvious.

I smiled in response before completely turning around to face her. "Babe, we've got the whole week here. Let's not rush,"

She ignored me and puckered and pushed her lips against mine, I let her kiss me momentarily thinking it would just be a peck, but she continued to smooch my face and making it even hotter by pushing the entire top of her body against me.

"Mamma mia," I muttered breathlessly when she pulls away.

She leaned over and placed her lips next to my ear "What's Italian for 'I want to fuck you senseless'?"

"I have no idea but I'll keep saying words in Italian if that's what you're into." I replied in a husky tone, Miley bit her bottom lip as she started at mine hungrily.