(𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) "they make a day for everything, but this is the one i love the most." damiano says kissing your temple, before taking a puff of his cigarette, his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

you shake your head amused, still tracing invisible patterns on his bare, sweaty, chest. "trying to win points, huh, flirt boy?"

he grins, blowing out the smoke. "me? a flirt? please."

"oh right. you would never." you chuckle looking up at him from his chest. "so, what present did you get for your beautiful girlfriend on girlfriend's day?"

"wasn't everything we just did sufficient proof of my love?" he says, acting clueless but gives up under your gaze. "fine, i did get you a present " he mutters shifting on his side and opening the nightstand's drawer, pulling out a small velvet box. "it's not a lot. we just came back from tour, i was rushed and–" he starts excusing himself, he always gets over the top with gifts.

you shush him. "gimme gimme." you take the box, you knew it wasn't a ring, you already had it.