♕ S I X T E E N ♕

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His warm lips on mine.
His hands around my waist.
His warm body pressed against mine.
Heavy breathing.

"Wake up," he says.

"What?"

"Vera, wake up," he says more urgently.

My eyes fly open and I sit up.

"Oh thank God," Mattia says.

"What happened?" I ask yawning.

"You were breathing really hard—it looked like you were having a nightmare," he says worried.

I was having a dream... about you....

"Oh, yea—thanks," I give him a warm smile.

I check the time and it says '7:48 AM'.

"Shoot, I need to get ready for school," I mutter.

"You go to school?" Mattia asks shocked.

"Uhh, yea? I'm trying to get my high school diploma. I missed a couple credits last year so I'm a senior again until December," I laugh.

"Oh, I dropped out as soon as I became Capo," he says awkwardly.

"Wanna come with me today?" I ask.

"I have a couple things to do today cause I need to get the new warehouse situated, but I'll drop you off and pick you up," he says.

"That works—wait, how'd I end up in my bed?" I ask .

Mattia and I stayed up until about 3am last night talking until we both fell asleep on my sofa—or maybe I just fell asleep.

"You fell asleep and I carried you to your room," he says.

"How'd you know this was my room?" I ask suspiciously.

"I asked you and you told me? Do you not remember?" He asks.

"No," I chuckle.

"Go get dressed, I need to shower anyways," he says.

"Yea, just grab any room," I say and I walk into my bathroom.

An hour later, I was ready for school and I met Mattia at his car.

Vera's fit: *without the blazer*

"A bit overdressed, I think—and dress code," he says

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"A bit overdressed, I think—and dress code," he says.

"Eh, I'm a senior—who cares," I say as I get into the car and he pulls out of my driveway.

We arrive at school and as I'm gathering my things, Mattia speaks up.

"It wasn't a nightmare, was it?" He smirks as I look up at him.

"What makes you say that?" I feel my face get red.

"Stavi dicendo il mio nome," he holds eye contact as he talks. (you were saying my name)

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