All that you could remember from the night before was gasps, clothes scattered across the wooden planks of the bedroom and a pair of veiny, strong hands that claimed every bit of you- yet here you were, staring at the foreign ceiling with Niccolo Govender sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his school uniform pants up all along with fixing his belt.

You had almost no memory of the events from the previous evening- what started from you drinking at a local nightclub in Rome somehow turned into a bit of a tense aired night with your school's most handsome, popular and sexiest boy, then eventually ending up at his place.

"You don't tell a single soul about this, alright?"

He broke the silence, his blue siren eyes glancing back at your unclothed form still under the silky sheets. If people got the word the Niccolo Govender had hooked up with some attention, validation seeking girl, it would be quite chaotic to say the least.

"This was a one night thing, la mia ragazza."

Niccolo mumbled, standing up and grabbing his white school button up shirt. God, if he had only took that event into more consideration. Perhaps some more comment about how it actually felt for him.