It felt like the first time in a long time I was seeing Damiano, and it reminded me of how restless I was last night when he left the room.
I wondered how he slept.
Although that was foolish to ask, he had a bed for the first time in weeks.
He looked just as shiny as always though, his dark hair styled so perfectly it looked like he was on a men's commercial of some kind, his suit customized to fit his broad shoulders, and the black tie around his neck, perfectly knotted and held in place by gold _____
I couldn't imagine he had any trouble sleeping last night.
"You know we could call the cops on you for stalking?", Matteo said with a scowl.
Damiano didn't spare him a glance, he just looked at me, I clutched on tighter to the blanketing my hand, remembering how my hands locked around his neck the day we kissed.
"What are you doing here?", I managed to ask, hoping it came out harsh, and not at all like how I was feeling.
