Messed with the wrong Italian

Messed with the wrong Italian

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"You stole my first kiss, I want it back" he said gripping my waist harder, I glanced at him giving him a are-serious look. Raising my eyebrow I open my mouth to say something, until he cuts me off. "Oh yeah I'm serious" what the hell can he like freakin read minds, oh wait mean looks. "H..how the hell I'm a supposed to give back your first kiss back" I said with angry ranging inside as he squeezed my waist even harder.
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"Ethan?" He doesn't look at me. "Hey," I say. "I'm sorry," he mumbles. Now I'm getting scared. "For?" I ask. Ethan shakes his head. "That. It wasn't supposed to happen." "The interruption or the kiss?" I ask, hoping he says the interruption. Ethan closed his eyes and ran his hand over his face. "The kiss."

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