Running from Leo

CHAPTER 60: A public declaration

"Stink... villa?" He asked, confused.

"A pile of clothes on bed or chair or whatever place you can find. Clean, dirty or new. It has everything and you don't even know what it is. We have different living ways."

His eyes scanned around my room. "I don't see this certain 'stink villa' of yours."

I rolled my eyes. "Look down, will you? You knocked it over from the chair in the heat of moment."

His eyes widened when he saw the floor beneath us. I was straddling him on the exact same chair where my stink villa used to reside twenty five minutes ago.

"Are you, um, planning on picking that up?"

I shrugged. "Tomorrow or maybe never."

Leonardo Agostini likes to maintain order everywhere and it also includes his bedroom. In short, he's a neat freak.

"You still want me to move in with you?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

He showed signs of hesitation. "Erm, I... I do."

"You're not serious, are you?" My eyes narrowed.

"I am. Very much serious. I want you to move in to my room."

"I... um... I don't really know..." I mumbled, shaking my head. "You are asking me a big thing. I can't just... I always have Rylie coming over in the afternoons, I like my room. We have pillow fights and so many other things."

He tapped my nose. "I don't mind. Only if I get to have you in mornings, nights, whenever I do my work from here and for the rest of my life. This will still be your room and you can do whatever you want with it but my room will also be yours. It always has been."

Rest of my life?

Was he finally hinting at something? Oh God.

"Leo, I... I love you. You know that, right? Like a lot. An infinity times lot." I had no idea why but I really felt that he should know that like a reminder.

He nodded earnestly. "Si."

"Good. And I really appreciate your help in my little shortage of clothing space..."

"You are welcome."

"... But don't you think we're going a teeny weeny fast? You know, about this 'shifting to your room' thing. I mean, we just did that confession thing a month ago and we cannot even count those two weeks as us being 'together' together."

That gorgeous smile of his faltered a bit.

"Oh."

Oh. Oh? That's all he's got to say? I literally poured out my doubts to him, did the first major step to seriously talk about everything that is going on between us and this is what I get in return?

I shifted nervously. "So that's all. Say something else."

He blinked rapidly and cleared his throat. "Right. Of course. Fast."

"It's not like I'm refusing or something."

"But you are not agreeing too."

"Yes. That."

"Do you, erm, not want to move in to my room? You can say it. No hurt feelings."

"I want to," I blurted out and closed my eyes. "I really, really want to. Its just that... I don't want to now. It's too soon."

"Someday then?" He asked hopefully.

I smiled. "Someday. I am not going to give up the opportunity to trash your room."