The next few days were the same way. She'd rarely see him and when she did, he'd never acknowledge her presence and if he looked at her,it was either with a blank expression or he'd look away quickly afterwards as though looking at her burnt his obsidian orbs. She really wanted to talk to him but the courage she had was the one that inspired her worst scenario imaginations. She missed him.
There was no denying that even though they still didn't know much about each other and it hadn't even been long,she let herself admit that she wanted to be in his arms again, clinging to him as he drew circles on her back. He was the only person she'd ever kissed yet she felt he was the best kiss in the world and she missed those kisses too. She missed hearing Italian words her mind couldn't comprehend
