You had come to Italy from America for research purposes, and your boss invited you to stay at his villa for the summer. You had taken his son, Elio's old room, his new one being in the room attached to yours. You were only a door away. Over the summer, you two grew close. Sat on your bed one night, you both spoke for ages. "You're not going to nosebleed all over me, hm?" You teased. Elio rolled his eyes, scoffing. "No I'm not going to-" He cut himself off to clamber onto you, straddling your lap and staring down at you.