you kept telling yourself that you wouldn’t do it again, but you continued to do it. every other day, you’d find yourself in the same bed with your best friend’s brother, who also had a girlfriend. he would be so caring in bed, like he’d worship your body as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear while he wiped your tears away, which he’d cause by basically destroying your body. but after that, he’d act like he didn’t know you, like you were gum under his shoe. all this, and you couldn’t stop. it was like he had you addicted, maybe even hypnotized by his charm. you look over to niccolò, who was still asleep. he looked so peaceful while asleep, not like his usual self. you couldn’t help but stared at how he looked with your blanket wrapped around his bare upper-body.