You currently were in Theo’s dorm, laying on his chest. You were tracing his tattoos.

He was waching you with a small yet cocky smile, his big hands were holding your hips. You noticed a tatto that was written in italian.

„What does this one mean?” you asked, looking into his eyes with curiosity.

„Through love or hate, my heart is stolen.” he spoke with his little italian accent. It always comes out when he is comfortable.

His fingers push up the hem of your shirt, as his hands move to your waist.