From the Beggining - Damiano David

CHAPTER 36 - omlet

Posted: September 9, 2023

Yay, I'm back, I don't know for how long, but I got enough motivation to write this chapter so you're welcome.

I'm changing things up a bit. I won't be writing the dialogue in Italian and then the translator in English in the brackets. Looking back, it looks a bit difficult to read. Now, if the dialogue is in Italian, it will be in a different font.

Next morning was delightful. I woke up in a firm grip of his hands. I looked at Damiano's face; his nice prince-style hair, sharp features, slightly open lips.

I couldn't control myself so I caressed a finger over his cheek. Damiano awoke slowly, his eyes tightening at first and then opening them with a soft look.

"Good morning," I whispered even though we were the only ones here.

"Good morning," he said back and kissed me on the forehead.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked.

"Very well."

"Good." I leaned back on him and closed my eyes. "Are you hungry?" I asked after a moment. I could feel my own stomach gurgling.

"Starving."

"Good," I giggled, "me too. Should we find a caffe in the streets and eat there?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Damiano said warily, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

I startled. "Oh, of course." I moved to stand, but Damiano stopped me by wrapping a hand over my waist and pulling me back.

"You didn't let me finish. It's not because of you. It's because of the cameras. Do you know how many paparazzies are waiting to get the perfect shot of Eurovision participants walking around with someone, especially if that someone is Eurovision's host?"

Paparazzi. Probably my biggest fear ever. Ever since that time when they tried to take pictures under my skirt on Damiano's birthday I have been terrified of them. Luckily I'm not that famous that I have paparazzi following me left and right, I had encountered only a handful of them since that time.

"Right. I forgot you're like super famous." I playfully clapped Damiano on the cheek.

Damiano chuckled. "Other time?" he offered.

"Other time," I agreed and then stood up. "However, I'm still hungry."

"Should we order room service again?"

"Nah, how about we make an omelet? You can chop up the onions, because I hate that part, and I can cup up some sausages."

"Don't forget the egg itself."

"How could I?" I clapped a hand to my chest with exasperation.

Our omlet turned out great; we added tomato and mushrooms as well for more taste. We ate in the balcony enjoying bird chirping, bustle of the city and each other's company.

"Good thing it's a day off," Damiano commented.

"Yeah, very nice to get a break." I stood up and collected the plates to take them to the kitchen and wash them.

"I can handle the plates!" Damiano called after me.

"It's okay. You can get us some dessert though. I have ice cream in the freezer."

"Okay. Dutch chocolate ice cream," he read the label out loud.

"Well, we're in Netherlands, why not get Dutch ice cream?" I shrugged, rinsing a plate. I could hear Damiano settling the package on the counter. "Why not exploit it, you know?"

"Excuse me," he said reaching a hand over me.

With the water on, I could hear what he said so I turned around, "pardon me."

And he was right there. His hand over my hand reaching in the cabinet for bowls. He slowly took them and placed them on the counter near me. We were still standing so close. He wasn't moving anywhere, neither was I. I could hear his breaths, oh god, I stopped breathing myself.

I pressed my self all the way to the counter with the sink, Damiano following leaning forward. I closed my eyes for just a second. When I opened my hands began moving by themselves. With one palm I clutched the front of his shirt and pulled Damiano closer.

Damiano closed the distance between our lips with a soft kiss. It lasted only a couple of seconds and it felt like it was everything I needed and something that wasn't enough at the same time.

We both pulled away and I laughed.

"Oops."

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