Vincenzo's Lover

"Your Butt Makes Me Hard."

-Mia-

Hours passed on and James was out of my house.

Vincenzo had somehow gotten him out and we were in the living room.

It was awkward between us. He was a stranger who had saved me twice and complimented my body in a weird way. Oh, let's not forget that he wanted me to jerk him off.

He was really attractive and didn't even realise it. I found myself staring at him when I shouldn't.

But what was I even doing? He was a beaten up stranger in my home and I was just taking care of him like it's nothing. I had to find out more about him.

I made us food - pasta and we were eating while I was choosing a movie.

"So, are you Italian?" I asked him, glancing at him and he nodded, looking at me. "Yeah. I was born in Italy but I moved here when I was fourteen." I nodded, smiling at him before looking back at the TV and choosing a Fast and Furious film to watch.

"Tell me about yourself," I said giving him a warm smile. "Okay," he replied, "so I'm in my twenties. I like gaming. Um. .theres not much to me really. .oh, I really like angels and would love to ask one out. Most importantly, the one sitting beside me."

I blushed, licking my lips and glancing at him. "I don't think so. ."
He laughed, the sweet sound filling the air and I couldn't help but smile at that. "I'm Mia Feather. I'm in my twenties too and I'm in university. I don't even know if I should be telling you this. I don't even know who you are."

"But you do," Vincenzo said with a smile. "I'm Vincenzo Rossi and I love angels."

I giggled, shaking my head. "Okay. But I mean, you could be lying and secretly want to kill me."

"I secretly want to tap that ass of yours."

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say back. "It's not a secret now," I said, looking at him before laughing a little. "But I mean it. How do I know you don't have seventeen different personalities or if you're a serial killer. I found you beaten up for pete's sake."

"Who's Pete?" He asked with a laugh and I smiled, glancing at the television. "I get it. You just have to trust me."

"Trust you?" He nodded, looking at the television as I looked at him. "Something tells me that I can."

The next day, I got up early and ready for uni. Vincenzo was in his room sleeping when I came in his room.

"Vincenzo?" I asked, shaking him gently and he opened his eyes. "I'm not an early riser. .what do you want, angel? You taking me to Heaven?"

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. "No . . I'm going to uni. .how do I know what you won't steal anything or burn my house down?"

He chuckled, looking at me through those sexy hazel eyes of his. "Because I wanna go to Heaven with you."

I rolled my eyes and somehow my eyes slowly went to those kissable lips of his.

Don't, Mia. .

I moved them back to his eyes quickly. "Well, I'll get you a good place there if you clean the house for me. Do you have a phone?"

He nodded, "it's in my pocket of these trousers you gave me. Wanna get it?" He asked, his eyes glancing at my lips. "Why can't you?" I asked him as he moved the duvet so I could see his legs.

"Because I want your hand to accidentally touch my -"

"Just give me your phone. I can't believe I'm letting you stay here."