You blinked awake in the moonlight, and snuggled into Giacomo’s side where you were cradled in the crook of his arm, swaddled in his tunic. He noticed, and smiled brightly down at you.

“Hey,” he murmured. “Sleep well?”

You nodded drowsily, and he beamed, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Good.”

You were in love with Giacomo Casanova.

This, you knew, was stupid. To him you were just another conquest, and that was what you’d always be. But, frankly, you’d take what you could get.

You leaned on his chest, and your eyelids fluttered closed. But, before you could drowse off, your ears picked up the footsteps of your father--who was supposed to be away on a trip until Friday--climbing the stairs. Giac cursed, and swung his legs out of bed, darting to the window. You sat up, and he turned to you, grinning sheepishly.

“Shit, I gotta run. I- actually. Erhm. D’you wanna come?” He scratched at the nape of his neck. “I mean, considering that we were interrupted--and honestly, I’d love to hang out with you more--but if you don’t-” he babbled, blue eyes struck silver by the moonlight.