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ELIANA reaches for Harry in a quick desperate move, grabbing a hold onto his crotch as if to tell him that she wants him to stay here with her. Harry doesn't move, completely taken aback by the girls actions. With total composure, in a gesture that is both gentle and commanding, Harry brings his own hand down there as he lets it rest on top of Eliana's for a brief moment. He intertwines his fingers within hers before he brings it up to his rosy lips and presses a long kiss on the top of her dainty hand. "Did I offend you?" Eliana frowns, suddenly feeling awkward from doing such a thing that resulted badly.
"Just don't." Harry mutters underneath his breath, standing up swiftly before he makes his way over to the bikes underneath the willow tree.
They arrived back at the house around fifteen minutes later, Eliana not muttering a word the whole journey due to her embarrassment of her actions before hand. Her whole family sat at the table outside for their lunch, aswell as an art historian couple in which her father had invited. As Maria begins to collect the now empty plates off the table, Eliana feels a warm foot casually brush up against hers, she smiles to herself at the simple yet cute action before she begins to mimic his action. She meets her eyes with Harry's as he giggles to himself, causing her parents to look at him strangely but they just shook it off since they thought Harry was very random anyways.
Later on in the day as the sun began to set, Harry left the villa to know god knows where which made Eliana slightly annoyed, she wished he had told her his whereabouts even though it was none of her business. Eliana stood in the kitchen making herself a smoothie, preparing and cutting up all the fruit on the island in the centre of the room. She carefully cuts up a peach, banana and pear before Maria comes over and tries to take the knife out of her hand to take over. Eliana didn't mind having a house maid to help around the house, but her family were perfectly capable of doing everything themselves so she didn't see the point in it at all really. "Faccio mio." [Let me] Maria spoke, but Eliana just shook her head and told her to leave her be.
After putting the cut up fruit in the blender, she stares outside for a brief moment and watches her mother sitting at the table in the garden writing her manuscript. She pours the fruity liquid into a glass before she proceeds to make her way outside to sit next to her mother. She sits back in the chair and sighs as the cool air soothes her body's rising temperature, soon bringing the glass up to her lips before she takes a large gulp, licking her lips after to get every single last bit of the exceptional flavour. "Is Harry around?" She curiously asks her mother, thinking she would maybe know where he was.
"Didn't he go out?" Annella shrugs, looking up from the paper to her daughter for a brief moment. Maria exits from the house with the blender in hand, asking her mother if she would like some of the juice that Eliana had made. "No grazie Maria, ceniamo tra poco." [No thank you Maria, we're going to dinner]
"Io esco stasera, non ceno." [I'm going out this evening, I won't have dinner] Eliana spoke, trying to make any excuse to get out of going out to eat.
