"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
"Are you ticklish?" I asked Leo sitting next to him on the couch.
"No."
I turned towards him, "Really?"
"Yes."
My hands went to his sides making him laugh and me smile.
I stopped tickling pulling away smiling at him.
He smiled back at me, "I love you."
It's been a few weeks.
He's a lovable person.
"I love you too."
Leo smiled at me and I smiled back at, wrapping my arms around him neck as his went to my waist pulling me closer to him as I kissed him, "Before you ask, yes this does in fact mean we're dating again. You're welcome."
"Just so we're clear pull anything like you did before and I chop off your toes."
"Got it."
I looked down realizing I was straddling him, my bad.
Lee noticed too his grip slightly tightening, he glanced back to me with darkened eyes and I flicked his forehead, "Don't even think of it."
He shrugged his eyes trialing down my body again humming.
He's not good at following directions.
Freak.
"Want to make a gingerbread house with me?" I asked.
Christmas already passed but I like to stay festive.
"A gingerbread house?"
"Indeed."
I stood up going to get changed, pajama shorts with pickles on them truly aren't the best outfit to go out in public in.
Going through my clothes I smiled in the mirror at my final result.
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