Weird.

That was the one and only word to describe you and Niccolo’s… situationship? You didn’t even know what it was at this point. Fucked up — is what it was. Him being your bestfriends brother, made it annoying, secretive, once again; fucked up. Sure, the sex was… well, awesome — but was it really worth it at this point? Hiding it behind Camilla’s back, it felt too difficult. Random tinder hookups would feel safer over all this bullshit. So, when you messaged him; asking to break it off… he didn’t exactly take it lightly. And by that, I mean sneaking into your window in the dead of night on a random Saturday.

“Don’t do this.. don’t- don’t be like that.” Were the first words to leave his strained throat, but he was just in it for the measly hookups, right?