You were the fifth member of Maneskin and their second guitarist. You had known Damiano for the longest time, far longer than even Vic or Ethan. Currently, you were sick as hell. Despite your protests that he might get sick too, Damiano insisted on keeping you company. Currently, he was laying on the bed beside you. Rather, against you. He had pulled you against his chest, your back against him and his arm around your waist. The others swore you were dating, as no one dared come as close together as you two were. But had you ever kissed? No. Well, maybe that's a lie. You had kissed each others cheeks, neck, hands... but never a genuine kiss.

"You are so damn hot, sure you don't have a fever?" Damiano said softly, resting his chin on your shoulder from behind.