(based on 'honey are u coming' by må)

It wasn't the first time you ended up in his apartment. All it took was a quick text from him saying 'honey are you coming?' and you were already cuddling up to him at 5AM feeling so good it was almost frightening.

Next to the bed were the roses he bought especially for you as you stretched looking at him, still coming down from the intense events. You promised yourself it would be the last time, but you just couldn't resist his Italian amore.

Now, with the chill of the morning air, he broke the silence. “Before I found this place, I was feeling so blue,” Damiano admitted softly, his eyes locking with yours. “But last night… it turned me out. Let it do it to you.”

You raised an eyebrow, still half-dreaming from the lingering effects of the night. “It wasn’t just a fling, was it?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly with hope and uncertainty.

A slow smile spread across his face as he leaned in closer. “No, honey,” he murmured. “It’s not a one-night stand if it turns into two. I'm made for you, we can't deny it.”