You’ve always admired Theo’s fluency in Italian, and tonight you finally gathered the courage to ask him for help.

“Theo, can you teach me how to speak Italian?”

Theo looks up from his book, his eyes meeting yours. He sets his book aside, a small smile playing on his lips. “Sure, I’d love to help. What do you want to learn first?”

You take a seat next to him. “I don’t know, maybe start with something simple?”

Theo leans in, “Come si dice ‘kiss’ in Italiano?”

You shiver at the closeness. “Kiss?”

Theo smirks, his eyes darkening. “Bacio,” he says softly, his voice a sultry caress.

You repeat the word, “Bacio.”

Theo’s hand brushes against yours. “Perfetto,” he praises, his voice husky. “Now, let’s try a sentence. How about... ‘I want a kiss’?”

You try to focus on his words. “I... I want a kiss?”

Theo’s eyes lock onto yours, his gaze intense. “Voglio un bacio,” he whispers, his lips inching closer to yours.

Your voice trembles slightly. “Voglio un bacio.”

He captures your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss, his hand slipping around your waist to pull you closer. The kiss is both tender and passionate, each movement of his lips against yours conveying the depth of his desire.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, he whispers, “You’re a fast learner.”

You smile. “Maybe you can teach me more.”

Theo grins, his eyes filled with promise. “Oh, I intend to.”