WURAOLA

SEVENTEEN

[A/N: I'm not gonna put a name banner on this chapter so, after reading the first paragraph, guess whose POV this is in, yeah?😂]

We gave her some space to dress up even if it was the last thing I wanted. I tucked her in, pulling the sheets up with the fear that she could possibly get cold at night. Her eyes were closed as she had fallen asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She was like a lovely dandelion in laying in the midst of plain green grass. An enigma with her skin like dark chocolate, long lashes and her divine body.

I smiled at her sleeping form, thinking about how her lashes fluttered as she came or how loud she screamed as she came.

[A/N; Already guessed who?]

I twirled a strand of her hair around my finger and made a metal note to call for a hair salon.
Her full and delicious lips parted slightly and soft snores left her lips. I chuckled to myself as I sat by the side of her bed.

Gianni laid on the couch in fiore's room, staring at the ceiling. I asked myself if I really wanted to do this -get into another relationship.

"I'm sorry" Gianni called and I frowned, not looking away from Wura. She sighed, inhaling and exhaling. I tapped my fingers against my thigh to her rhythmic breathing.

"I know you can hear me, Tino. I'm sorry" he called again and I chuckled, shaking my head. I knew this fight would get messy. Waking the delicate flower was the last thing I wanted to do especially when she'd had such a long night.

"What exactly are you apologizing for?" She was ethereal. How could one person harbor so much beauty and innocence?

"Look at me...please? I'm trying to make things right for this to work. It can't work if you're still pissed" I turned to him and he was now sitting with his fingers entwined and sitting under his jaw.

"Not that I'm trying to be...what's the word..." I clicked my tongue, thinking about a less brutal word to use. I cared about his feelings. I did. I really cared.

"...vindictive but you stayed angry for four years, Gianni. You shouldn't be the one pointing fingers" I raised a brow at him, warning him silently. He nodded and cleared his throat.

"I know. I was hurt and I felt betrayed" he explained and I sighed, pulling away from Fiore. I combed my fingers through my hair and shook my head.

"Let's talk in your room. I'm not about to wake her up" I stood up, walking to the door. My heart was thudding at the possibilities of things that could happen with Gianni.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He laughed behind me and shut the door to her room as carefully as possible while I opened his door. I pushed it open for him to walk in first.

"Ladies first" I smirked, and he gave me a mere side glance before he chuckled. His bed had grey cotton sheets. A large black leather sofa. I shut the door and made myself comfortable on the couch before patting my thigh.

Gianni raised a brow and crossed his arms against his chest. He looked even sexier. The insufficient lighting in the room wasn't helping my case.

"Come on. Don't be scared" I chuckled, placing my arms on the top of the chair, spreading my legs. Gianni sighed and walked towards me but he made himself comfortable on the other side of the couch.

"Okay. Your apology?" I tilted my head at him, my gaze stopped on his lips for a few seconds too long. Did he still have her juicy essence on his tongue?