(Renata Pellegrini)I watch him, his eyes are closed, I watch his tongue seductively glide across his bottom lip as if he's still savoring some sort of taste. Our breath is uneven, our chest rises and falls rapidly, I close my eyes and with my trembling fingers I touch my lips, still feeling the pressure that was made a moment ago with his mouth. My whole-body tingles for more.I open my eyes and lose myself in the immensity of Mr. Filippo's penetrating gaze, without pestaning, without deviating, burning with desire, burning with lust.What a perverted look!As if in a hypnotic trance, I am startled by his lips once again pressing against mine, my eyes open like saucers, I try to pull away, but he puts his hand on the back of my neck preventing me from moving.I open my mouth to protest, however, he uses this opening to stick his tongue in and I can't take it anymore. I melt in his arms again, it's like I've been in the driest desert for years and he is the drop of water I crave. I pu

(Renata Pellegrini)I watch him silently, sitting on the stool with my arms on the kitchen table, as Filippo opens the refrigerator and gets some bread rolls with cheese and ham, and a carton of orange juice. He puts the glasses on the table and fills them with juice, hands me one, then goes to the counter and puts the bread rolls in the microwave for thirty seconds.“It is very nice to leave food ready in the fridge, just to warm it up later,” I say to myself, I always wanted to do this, but never had time, and worse, taking care of all the meals every day, left me even more out of time, so I was always in a paradox. “You who made these buns?” I ask in a louder tone, breaking the silence.Last night I did not sleep well at all, I had a horrible nightmare about the man who was trying to kidnap me. This man had come back to life, but not as a living being. His head was blown off, it was like a buzzing sound, he was running after me fast, and managed to catch me. I was crying and strugg

(Renata Pellegrini)As the car approaches the company, I feel a chill run down my spine, my hands are trembling and my breathing is getting more and more labored. Just imagining the conversations that will take place as soon as I get out of the car makes me frustrated.I glance at Filippo and he doesn't show me anything, it's like he's been a wall, since we left the store, he's kept quiet.I begin to feel guilty. I know what the attendant did is wrong, but that doesn't justify the way I spoke to her... Shit... I hate feeling this way.“We are very close to the company.” I comment, I give him some time but he doesn't answer anything and doesn't even look away from the road, I take a deep breath, “I think it's better to leave me here, I won't have to walk far, it wouldn't look good to see me arriving in your car, people are very mean with their opinions and the gossip....”“I don't give a shit about other people's opinions; you should do that too.”“Oh, I get it,” I try to appear calm,

(Renata Pellegrini)Humm, that smells good, I feel my mouth salivate and my stomach rumbles for food. I open my eyes, sit up in bed and my stomach twitches, making me feel discomfort and a snore echo out of my belly.“Buongiorno!” Filippo enters my room holding a tray of breakfast. “You woke up on time,” he says with an almost invisible smile on his lips, having only a small line marked on them.I keep watching him and he is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, but without the suit, the baby blue social blouse is folded up to the elbows, and on top of the blouse he is wearing my pink barbie apron. I hold back my laughter.“You ... you slept here?” I ask, coming to my senses. I feel my cheeks flush.“Sì, ragazza,” he answers as if it were the most normal thing in the world.“W-where?” I ask looking at the floor, bite my lip and in my mind a small hope arises that he will answer that he slept in the same bed as me.I know it's wrong to share the same bed without being in a relationshi

(Renata Pellegrini)> One week later:I always believed in the phrase: "What nobody knows, nobody spoils", I read this phrase in a post on instagram when I was sixteen, I don't remember who posted it, but this phrase was marked in my memory and since then I bring this to my life, even though I never have many people around me.I feel that Filippo thinks differently than I do, and in a way, I am even happy that he wants to take me on, but I know that in doing so, we would face many problems... correct, I would face many problems. I am poor, an orphan, and a foreigner - he is also a foreigner, but he has lived here much longer than I have and has his name recognized all over the world - I am just a recent graduate who was lucky to have a teacher with good contacts. I can't even imagine the degree of offense I would be exposed to if they knew that someone like him was dating someone like me.Filippo was upset with me about my request, even though he didn't say anything, I could feel it.