It was a rare moment when most of the students were in class while you and Niccolo were suspended, for many reasons that seemed too primitive.

In everyday life, you are like two strangers; seeing your eyes intersect is a real miracle. It was just a really good maneuver to hide the passion boiling in your veins, which spills out with violent force as soon as you are left alone. Indeed, this moment became the starting point.

When the guy was sure that no one was watching, he opened the door to your room and quickly pulled you inside, closing the door tightly. Your back lay against the wooden door, almost pinpointing every scar. Your eyes darted between his bitten lower lip and his intense gaze. Niccolo always had a hard time keeping his cool when he was around you, within a few meters.

His hands were itching to help you carry the books. His lips constantly curled into a grin when you got into awkward situations. He was just very good at hiding it. Looking from the outside, anyone could say that you don’t even know each other’s names.

Now, his hands did not see any restrictions, they impartially moved along and across, trying to remember and feel every inch. About a month has passed since your last meeting, no one could find a good moment.

Niccolo's face was inches from your neck, inhaling the scent of the new perfume, it was wonderful. "Secret relationships are like slow torture, don't you think?" He fake complains, catching your gaze without looking away from you. "Still, I missed that feeling." His whisper is like a chirp to your ears.