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10 | Cigars and Cologne

I feel myself being lifted and cradled into someone's chest. I inhale the unknown persons' scent which consists of cigars and cologne. I faintly hear someone chuckle, it sounds a bit like dad. I snuggle into the person's chest a bit more. I can hear some voices but they're too far away for me to hear clearly.

I'm too tired anyway, it's been a long day

I feel the person putting me gently on the bed and lifting the covers over me, tucking me in.

"buona notte principessa" I hear dad whisper before kissing my forehead and leaving my room.

(Good night Princess)

D I A V O L A

What the fuck is stabbing me in the back? I stir in my sleep when I feel a knee in my back. I turn over to face the asshole, only to be graced with a sleeping Nate. When did he come in here? I wonder.

I stare at Nate's face, not like a creepy stare but like a stare of admiration, eh maybe it is a bit creepy. Nate's nose starts twitching a little, he starts grumbling something. I'm pretty sure he's sleep talking. Some of his hair is resting on his forehead, I lightly move the stray hair back and cup his cheek.

Cute.

Nate's eyes flicker open, I move my hand away from his cheek. Nate scrunches his nose up a little, "Bonjour mon amour." He whispers.

(Good Morning Love)

I blink and blink again, I push Nate's face away from me and scrunch up my face in disgust, "Your breath stinks." I deadpan.

"Way to ruin a fucking moment Val." Nate seethes, he gives me the bird and gets out of bed storming out of my room. I start sniggering, "I'm sorry sweet cheeks, you know I love you still," I shout at him just before he closes the door.

I let out a not so ladylike snort, men, I think to myself.

I browse around my room and notice it's warm and cozy. Not my style but it has a bed that's all that matters.