I didn't know for how long Damiano and I walked, with his hand holding mine and us getting closer with every block we turned.
We didn't talk much, the walk consisted of peaceful silence and light brushing on my hand with his thumb, which sadly also formed a weird feeling in my stomach.
We got home by 10:15, the house was quiet and dark. He walked me to my room, still holding my hand. Only I had no objections.
It felt like we were in high school and he had just walked me to my front door.
Just when we reached my door, I stopped, looked at him with an awkward smile, and silently hoped for a kiss.
"I had a wonderful time", he said, his hand still holding mine, his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand.
"Me too", I said honestly.
He smiled then, the smile a little boyish, like a teenager would after a date with his crush. His smile reached his eyes, and then he leaned down and kissed my cheek.
