"You weird, I would never have left you if you hadn't kissed me. Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. I didn't either. I don't care how much it hurt you because you still love me. I love you too."He exhaled deeply and smiled at her lovingly. "You know, I don't understand it. I don't understand how two people can fall in love with each other without even knowing each other or even being able to communicate with each other. I mean, look at us.""I'm a complete stranger to you. We barely know each other. I haven't talked to you for almost ten years. Yet somehow, you managed to convince me to go on a date with you. And now here we are, lying in bed, making love. It's unbelievable.""Do you really want me to explain?""Not really. I don't want to know that much. All I need is to know that you want me to spend time with you. That's all I need right now."She hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell him something he already knew. Then she decided that she didn't care anym

Sergio waited until her breathing had calmed down slightly before entering her room, tiptoeing softly into the room, checking first to make sure that she was sleeping peacefully before turning the light switch off and leaving the room to go back to his own bed. She had changed into her pyjamas earlier and had fallen asleep almost immediately after undressing. He lay in bed for a little longer, watching her sleeping form. She looked so peaceful, so serene. He wondered how he could ever have considered giving her up. He had never felt anything like this in all his years of being alive. He knew that she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon, so he decided to turn around and lie on his back, resting his hand under his chin and gazing at her, admiring her features. As he gazed at her, his mind drifted back to that night on the hill. When he finally fell asleep, he dreamt of her. Dreams where he was the one lying next to her instead of her. Dreaming of her soft, sweet kisses and her del

After Sergio had helped her put everything away, she climbed into bed again, watching him as he lay on his side facing her, gazing directly at her with a small grin adorning his face. He was still completely naked. She felt incredibly flustered as she gazed at his body. She couldn't deny that he was gorgeous. His muscles were strong, defined, and perfectly sculpted. His skin was clear, flawless, and unblemished. His dark curls fell gracefully on his forehead, framing his face beautifully. His eyes were soft and kind and filled with warmth. He had always had a sort of irresistible attractiveness to him. Not that she was complaining of course. But she really, really liked him. More than just a friend. A lot more than just friends. She knew that he felt the same way about her too. She could tell by the way he looked at her, the way he held her. The way he kissed her. Everything he had done was an indication of how much he cared for her. Everything that he did. Even if he didn't say

"You look exhausted sweetheart." Serena stated calmly, placing his mug of hot chocolate down on the coffee table in front of them and sitting down beside her.She groaned deeply, rubbing her tired eyes. She leaned her head backwards and stared up at the ceiling with tears pricking her eyes. She had been crying nonstop since yesterday evening. And she wasn't even done. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks, making the fabric of her hoody cling tightly to her skin due to the moisture that had accumulated there, stinging her skin slightly. She closed her eyes tightly, hoping that it would stop. But it only made the tears roll down her cheeks even faster. She was completely drained. She had cried herself to sleep the previous night. And she wasn' t even sure whether or not she'd slept at all. Her mind had been racing constantly. She thought about everything that had happened and everything that was about to happen. Her thoughts always returned to the same question.What if

"So you can't be with me, because I'll end up getting hurt and I don't want you to get hurt as well. I don't want to have a wife that would eventually get tired of me and leave me." He finished quietly.She looked at him in disbelief for a few seconds. Before she could respond, he spoke again."And that's why I asked you to wait until tomorrow to propose to me." He whispered.She stood there for several seconds, staring at him. Finally, she spoke."Is it always like this?" She asked hesitantly."Like what?" He asked confused."This..." She mumbled slowly."What do you mean?" He inquired cautiously.She sighed heavily."This...the constant talking about things that don't really matter. The fact that you never say anything about what actually matters to you." She mumbled.She knew that she shouldn't have said any of that, but it was all coming out of her mouth at the moment. He remained silent for several seconds after she'd spoken. She was starting to grow nervous, knowing that he was