Music One Shots

Watch Me Burn - Massimo Torricelli

ughhhh Michele Morrone has ruined my life over the past few weeks! if you haven't seen 365 Days on Netflix and you want a good steamy movie and a new hottie in your life, it's become my latest obsession. you're welcome in advance 🤪🖤 this one's for all my Massimo fans!

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Watch Me Burn by Michele Morrone

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"Italy?" I laughed, rolling my eyes. "You're joking."

"Oh, come on! It'll be fun!" Inari pressed. "And plus, it's a perfect way to meet a hot Italian man and try to get over Jackson!"

"I don't know, Inari." I sighed, running a hand through my blonde curls.

"Please?" She grabbed my hands in between her own and pulled me across the couch towards her. "Please, please, please?!"

"Okay, okay, fine!" I laughed. "Italy here we come."

Less that forty eight hours later, I found myself standing with my mouth open as Inari and I entered an Italian club. There were people everywhere, some pressed together in packs and others looked like they were practically having sex on the dance floor.

"Inari!" I called loudly over the booming music. "When you said Italy, I expected beautiful architecture and fancy wines... not this!"

"Come on, Kate!" My best friend grinned, looking back at me over her shoulder. "Get out of that safe little bubble you're always hiding in and live a little!"

"This is sooo far out of my comfort zone."

"I know!" She laughed. "Now, come dance with me!"

Trying to live a little like she said, I took Inari's outstretched hand and followed her deep into the dance floor. As two of us swirled around each other, I slowly began to relax, and for a moment, have a little more fun than I was expecting. Before long, I felt Inari pull me close, her mouth at my ear as she giggled like a school girl.

"Balcony. Three o'clock. Mr. Black Suit is giving you a major eye fuck."

"What?" I asked in confusion, turning around to find the person Inari was rambling on about.

As I spun, I found the balcony overlooking the rest of the club and within seconds, I spotted him. Mr. Black Suit was hot. Like fuck me into next year hot. He was not the type of guy I normally went for - hell he was far from the blonde haired blue eyed type I found in Jackson - but something about him made the hair on the back of my neck stand up and butterflies to erupt in my chest. I had just barely met his piercing brown eyes before he had me blushing like an innocent school girl.

"Go up there!" Inari pushed me forward, wiggling her eyebrows seductively. "He would be the perfect rebound! Imagine Jackson finding out about the hot Italian that you went traipsing around Sicily with a week after your break up! I can see his face now!"

"I can't do that!" I gasped. "I wasn't ready to sleep with Jackson, what makes you think I'm ready to lose my virginity and have meaningless sex with a complete stranger?! And a foreigner even less! I'd probably never see this guy again!"

"You don't know that!" Inari gave me a provocative grin.

"But he's nothing like the guys I usually go for!" I continued to try to protest.

"Exactly! You need something new! Or at least go have a nice time getting felt up by a ridiculously hot Italian man! You never know where it could lead! Tall, dark, and handsome could be your new type!"