Chapter 12

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We were leaving the restaurant the four of us. As we got outside I had goosebumps by the coolness that I felt in my whole body.

"Well, its time for us to leave," she said as she hugged me. As she did, she got closer and whispered, "have fun! I hope you enjoy your night."

I smiled at her and I shook my head as a no. But she winked at me. I hugged Noah meanwhile Matteo did it with Charlotte. We finally said goodbye and they got in the car. I didn't took my gaze from the car as it moved far away, until I couldn't see it anymore. I turned around slowly and saw Matteo leaning on his car.

"What do you think?," Matteo said as he looked at his restaurant.

I began walking toward him and leaned on the car beside him as I looked at it.

"Amazing, the best restaurant I've ever gone." I said. Since I got in I've been wondering what was the reason of the stage inside. "Why did you put a stage?. Is it because of your mom?."

"Yes, she would have loved it. My dad doesn't come in here because it reminds him of her," he said without staring at me.

"He loved her so much I imagine."

"He did. After she died he was depressed that he forgot about me. He was never the same," he said looking upwards looking at the full moon.

I looked upwards and stared at the bright moon and I was captivated by its beauty.

"Beautiful," he said.

"It truly is," I said in a whisper.

"I'm referring to you," he said as I blushed and looked away. He was really good on these things and I melted at his own words.

"I....um. I think I should go," I said walking forward.

"You're not used to compliments right?," he said smiling. No, I'm not used to this is. How can he read me so easy.

I looked at him and rolled my eyes. He began walking and opened the car's door.

"Get in, I'll drive you home," he said as he waited. I wanted to go with him really, so I didn't hesitate and I got in the car.

Matteo drove quietly as I looked at my window. I began remembering what happened in the elevator before in the restaurant but the sudden memory got me turned on. I pressed my legs together by the tickling sensation and I grabbed my dress from the sides as I hold it tightly. I crossed my feet and moved them.

"What are you thinking of?," Matteo said deeply as I was taken back to reality.

I was silent by his question. I began bitting my lip.

Matteo's finger touched my thigh and I took a breath in surprise. I stood still waiting for his next move. I looked at him but he wasn't looking at me. His finger began moving upwards as I grew wet. He touched my thigh until he was up there and my breathing was quicker as his finger touched my soaked panties. I began moving slowly wanting more and his finger began rubbing my clit and I moaned at the sensation.

His gente touch made we weak. His finger slowly started moving again and he began tracing my boobs in a slow motion until his finger was below the dress. I shivered from touch as he began touching my nipples.

My nipples became hard under his touch as he circled them with his finger and I moaned as I closed my eyes. But the sensation was gone. I opened my eyes and look at him bothered wondering why he had stopped.

Seconds later the car stopped in front of Sophie's house. I was still looking at him until he did the same.

"Come and stay with me tonight," he said looking at my lips.

I paused and raised my hand and touched his face gently. I felt his soft skin and his raspy beard on my hands. I began brushing my finger on his lips and I got closer until our lips were close.

"Buona notte, Matteo," I said as I looked at him one last time. I took my hand away and I got out of the car and smiled and waved at him. I entered rapidly into the house because I knew he would continue to insist for me to go with him.

As I got in bed and closed my eyes, that was the first night I dreamed of a man with gray eyes.

Matteo.

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