It took us four other rounds until we both didn't have the energy to do another thing. We are in my bed, Gianna lays on top of me and has her head on my chest as I stroke her hair and think about the last hours.

"I didn't sleep with him." She says, catching me by surprise. "What?" I say. I sit up, what causes her to do so too and move my body along with hers back for me to lean against the headboard.

She pulls the blanket up to warm her now bare body on top of me. "What did you say?" I ask again. Gia looks down at my chest, avoiding eye contact.

"I didn't sleep with Trevor. He just kissed me and I told him that this just wouldn't work out the way he wants it to." Grabbing her face I make her look at me and kiss her soft lips.

A certain feeling of relief builds inside me as she cleared up that she didn't sleep with him. As I separate my lips from hers, I keep my forehead against hers. "I haven't slept with anyone else than you ever since we met." She admits. Oh god, woman...

A stupind smile builds on my face so I kiss her forehead and pull her close to me. "Me neither, bellissima." Gianna looks at me as if she wouldn't believe me. "You didn't?"

He has no idea how much the thought of him sleeping with other women bothered me. And I honestly don't have an idea either. Keenan looks into my eyes with a smirk and shakes his head to my question before pulling me back into his chest.

We stay like this for some time. One of both our hands intertwined with each other while my left hand draws circles on his chest and his right one plays with some strands of my hair.

There's something I would really like to know. So I ask him. "What is your biggest dream?" I ask him. He stops his hand in my hair and doesn't say anything for a moment.

"I stopped dreaming a long time ago, Gia." Gia... I like this name. No one calls me Gia. "That's bullshit. Everyone has a dream. Your biggest, deepest dream."

I lay both my palms flat on his chest and place my chin on it to not hurt him and look at him. "Fairness. I want life to be fair. I want people to have control over one thing no one has control of."

"What would that be?" I ask him. Keenan moves his eyes from some corner across the room to meet mine and just looks at me for some time. "It doesn't matter. It wouldn't change anything." He says before he turns off the light on his nightstand, pulls me more up on his body so that my face fits perfectly into the crook of his neck.

"Good night, Gianna." He says and wraps his arms around me before we both drift off to sleep.

What happened to you to have opinions like this?

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Waking up to an empty bed has been a thing I don't really like lately. Where the fuck is she? Her clothes are still on the floor. But it doesn't take long until I have an idea where she might be.

Putting on boxers and some sweatpants, I get down the stairs and down the hallway into my library. I knew it. She's walking around in the room, only wearing a shirt of mine that is way too big for her.

I lean against the doorframe of the room and continue to look watch her. She traces a row of book spines with her index finger as she walks over to the next one, sometimes flipping through some pages of them.

Her long black hair is still messy from last night and there are some bruises and marks on her thighs. Gianna stops in front of an object.

I have an old turntable in the room. I inherited it from my grandfather. She wipes away the dusty surface on it and then turns around, kind of jumping in surprise to see me. "Morning." I say and walk into the room.

"You still have one of these?" She looks so amazed by this simple device it makes me wonder if she's ever seen one in real life before. "Why do you sound so surprised? I thought every rich family has one of these." I say as I walk to her.

"Well my dad has one. But it doesn't work. Do you have disks?" Nodding, I walk over to the box where all of the disks with their wrappings are in. "Can we put one in?" "Why not? Choose one."

Gianna looks into the box and then back up to me. "I'll pick one and you wil dance with me to whatever one I choose."

"I can't dance." I say, trying to talk myself out of the situation. "Neither do I. Come on old man, don't be that way." Did she just call me old? She chuckles at her own words and picks out one disk without knowing which one it'll be.

'Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley'

Great. Gia looks at the disk and doesn't say or do anything, probably thinking the same as I do. But after some moments, I take it out of her hands and put it to play.

Took her hand, intertwined one of our hands while her other one goes to my chest and mine to her waist. And with the slow music in the background, we started to sway to the melody.

None of us broke eye contact during it. The beginning was filled with just a little... unsteady moves of both of us but then in the middle of it we kind of got it. The music faded away from my mind as soon as I looked into these almost black eyes and her angelic face.

There was only the two of us. Nothing else.

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THEY ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AGHHHHH

I love them✨

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