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All I can say about last night is that it got real bad real quick. I mean, after a dozen of tequila shots, my brain forgot how to remember stuff. And that's the bad thing. I don't remember how I ended up with Lazzaro in bed... half naked.

Panic overtook my body when I acknowledged where I was and with who, and I'm still panicking. My panic levels are so high to a point that I can't move my half-naked body away from Lazzaro.

I turn my head to the right in a snail's pace, scared to face Lazzaro, but when I finally set my eyes on his face, I exhale through my nose carefully not to wake him up. He's still sleeping, luckily.

I try to move away, but that's when he yawns and slides his arm around my chest. Oh, god. Oh, dear god. He's freaking naked! I'm in only my bra!

"Umm... Lazzaro?" I whisper carefully. When he doesn't budge, I move my hand and poke his biceps, but to no vail.

"Lazzaro." This time I say it louder and he only mumbles something unrecognizable as a response before moving and placing his head in the crook of my neck. Shivers threaten to take uo my whole body because of that simplr actions of his, but I hear someone knock on the door and then walk in, which startles me and makes me flinch.

"What the fuck is going on here?" Upon hearing his brother's booming voice, Lazzaro gets up immediately. He sees my shaken expression and sets his look on Silvio again.

"Shit. " He curses and fumbles under the covers before sitting up. He then gives me the edge of the cover to hide my bare skin. I know Silvio's eyes are on me, but I'm too scared to meet his glare.

"Lazzaro!" It's enough for Mr Scary to yell his brother's name for him to start talking. That's enough for me to make my body work and get up, taking the white cover and wrapping it around my bare extremities.

"Nothing." My sentence wouldn't have been heard if it wasn't pin drop silent in the room. My voice is also shaky and honestly I don't know if nothing really happened.

"Then why are you two fuckin' naked, Willa?" He chuckles humourlessly. This time, I look up and meet his gaze, noticing how angry he actually is. His hands are gripping a tray of food, which I now notice, almost painfully and his lips are forming almost a sneer.

"And what if something did happen? Why do you care? Willa is neither your girlfriend nor your wife." Lazzaro leisurely answers Silvio and gives him a daring look. I don't know if Lazzaro is aware of the state Silvio is in, but he makes the situation worse.

"What are you talking about, Lazzaro?" I then turn to Silvio no matter how hard it is. "We didn't do anything."

Why do I feel the need to come clean to Silvio? Why does he has to know what me and Lazzaro have (or haven't) done?

My eyes follow Silvio as he leaves the tray on the table with a loud thud and strides towards me. He proceeds by gripping my forearm and dragging me to the door.

"Silvio, let me go. Let me go!" I tell him, but he doesn't say anything. One of my hand is clutching the cover furiously while the other tries to free me from his tight grip. Lazzaro gets up in a millisecond and puts his pants quickly before jogging towards us.

"Silvio! She isn't your possession, Silvio. Let her go." Lazzaro tries and when he doesn't get a response continues, "Smettila di trascinarla via, dannazione!" Lazzaro catches Silvio's arm, but Silvio wriggles out of it fast.

"You," Silvio points his pointer finger on Lazzaro's chest. "I don't wanna hear another goddamn word from you."

Silvio manages to haul me down the hotel's hallway and to his room before slamming the door and releasing me.

"What is wrong with you, you maniac?" I scream at him as soon as he lets me free, but he doesn't say anything except show anger on his stupid face. "Why do you always keep dragging me like I'm a damn child? That's harassment, you uncultured ape! "

Few seconds later he decides to speak up, "Did you sleep with him?"

Confused by his openness, I blink a few times. "What?"

"Did you two fuck, Willa?!" He repeats himself and steps closer.

"Why do you care, Silvio? It doesn't concern you! " I yell with the same intensity. I shouldn't play with him like this.

I see a dangerous glint flash through his eyes.

"Did you forget what happened between us yesterday?" Only if it were that easy. "How you shivered under my touch? How you moaned–"

"Of course not." I cut him off before he can continue refreshing my memories.

"Then why did you let my brother fuck you, Willa?"

"We didn't do anything, Silvio. Okay?" I tell him the truth this time. I'm getting furious by now and he...he is just ridiculous. "We didn't do anything."

"Why are you naked then, huh?" He laughs sarcastically again.

"I don't know, okay? I don't know why I'm naked nor how I ended up with Lazzaro in bed. The only thing I'm sure of is that I didn't sleep with him. If I did I'd know it. We drank last night and we must've fallen asleep together on the bed. "

He stays silent for a moment as if he is trying to understand how the universe works.

"You didn't sleep with him?" Walking up to me, he asks again and this time calmer. Involuntarily, I gulp, but my throat is already dry. He is so close to me.

"No," I say and look down, but his fingers pull my chin up, making me meet his chocolaty eyes.

"That's what I needed to hear." That's the last sentence he says before he slowly brings his lips to mine and takes my breath away.

It's just like our first kiss from yesterday, the same warmth, longing, electricity, wrongness...

Silvio's lips feel like a drug. His hand on my cheek tingles down my spine– And then he pulls away, leaving me short of breath.

"We really need to talk, Silvio." He meets my eyes as I say this and nods, sighing.

"I know." He replies and for a second his eyes fall on my sheet-covered body before reaching back and handing me a button up shirt. After I reluctantly take it, he turns around so I can put it on. Now he's being a gentleman. What an ass.

"You finished?" He asks me shortly after on which I mumble a quick yes. The white shirt thankfully covers my butt.

A curtain of silence falls around us when we stare at each other again. We are aware of what we should say yet no one dares to start.

"You hungry or...?" Silvio speaks up, but avoids the main subject. Shaking my head, silence occupies the room again. I was hungry though.

I watch him as he walks around the room relentlessly, scratching the back of his head from time to time. He is admirable... The way he walks like he owns the world even though thousands of things weigh him down or those subtle body signs that show part of his emotions sometimes.

"Silvio, stop." I tell him softly and catch his hand to stop him from circling around. Whatever he's thinking, it's bothering him. Deeply. It's also making me nervous.

Silvio stops abruptly and looks at our hands then at me. Sparks. I can't explain what I feel at the moment without using that word. It's like electricity flows through our hands and the only scary thing is that I love it.

"I talked with Rita last week." Silvio's eyes lock with mine. "I was angry before that because I couldn't understand shit and I was still angry after when she made me realize it."

I listen to him carefully what he has to say. My heart starts beating more furiously than before.

"You know why I was angry?" I shake my head when he asks me. "It's cause I realized I was an egocentric son of a bitch who wanted to keep you in this world for himself only."

"Silvio..."

"And the two times we kissed–"

"That shouldn't have happened." I'm fast to cut him off, but am I sure about what I'm saying?

"That made me realize just how much I actually want you, Willa." He ignores my comment as if I'm lying. And he's right.

He's looking at me, waiting for any kind of response, but I don't really know what to say to that. I'm confused, shocked and everything in between.

"I know our situation is complicated as fuck just as I am most of the time, but please just think about it." He adds as he places his hand on my cheek, caressing the tender skin under it and creating a hellfire.

Oh, god, Silvio... What are you doing to me?