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I was pissed, of course. At first, I sat inside, waiting for him but I decided to go out and see if he was on his way. He hadn't answered any of my messages or phone calls and I was close to calling a taxi and going home. I felt disappointed and annoyed; we were supposed to be spending time with each other in the city of love, and yet he was either on his phone or with the guys.
He better have a good ass excuse
It was night and it was raining heavily. I had an umbrella up, beginning to get colder and colder by the second. I was only wearing a dress and some heels that I had been walking around in all day. My feet were killing me. It was nice and hot in the daytime but as night came, the weather turned freezing.
I sighed again, my eyes gazing desperately out on the streets to locate a handsome, tall, buff, Italian man. Rolling my eyes, I had enough and pulled out my phone, dialling the number for a taxi until I heard a familiar voice.
"Rose!"
I looked up in annoyance as I watched as he walked up the Champs-Élysées. With another sigh, I put my phone away, giving him a cold glare as I walked into the hotel, closing my umbrella and putting it away. I held my large bag in my shoulders, tapping my foot against the expensive carpet as I waited for him to come in impatiently.
He entered the hotel and his beautiful hazel eyes fell upon me. I gave him another glare. With a handsome smile, he swiftly walked over and wrapped his arms around me, kissing me intensely. I pulled away, my eyes shooting daggers at him. "Where have you been? Why the hell do you smell weird?"
"I'm sorry, mia cara, I had some business to attend to while at the party."
I rolled my eyes irritably at his annoying excuse. "We're on a vacation. Don't do business, Cristiano! And we're supposed to be spending time together!"
"I know, I know, my baby. I'll make it up to you, I'm sorry." He leaned in and gave me a soft kiss and that time, I gently kissed him back, giving in. I softened, my arms wrapping around his neck. He pulled me close and as we kissed. He then unexpectedly, slapped me ass which made me gasp and pull away.
"Urgh! You idiot!"
"Sorry. I had to."
When we finally booked a room, we got into it and I was amazed at how beautiful the room was. I was guessing Cristiano and I were spending the night which only meant one thing: sex.
I automatically went over to the large, double glazed windows that took my breath away. I dropped my bag on the floor as I kicked off my heels, quickly jogging over and gasping as I looked out, my eyes expanding as I gazed at the Arc de Triomphe, my eyes filled with wonder and surprise.
"Gosh, it's beautiful!" I whispered, gazing out in the night sky at the amazing view. Then I felt his arms around me, his head burying in my neck as he kissed it softly, his muffled voice responding, "isn't it?"
"Mm. . .tasty."
"Get off me," I chuckled, wriggling around as he kissed my neck before his hands slid down my body and tickled my sides. I squealed, squeaking as he tickled me and I laughed, pushing his hands off me as I managed to get out of his grasp, running away.
He chuckled before sitting on the floor in front of the window and I smiled, walking over to the floor and sitting beside him on the carpet.
"You're so beautiful, my Rose."
That night, Cris and I talked about life as we watched out the large windows. We touched upon many topics such as my sister, love, work, school life, childhood and more. I loved how his eyes shone in the light of the night. I wanted to say those three, special words to him so badly but I was too nervous. I knew at some point though, I wanted to. I had to. I couldn't keep it in any longer.
Then we sat together, curled and snuggled up against each other as we finished eating our room service meal, watching a movie together.
It was silence besides Cris rummaging around in the popcorn packet to eat. I exhaled silently, feeling calm and peaceful in his embrace. I felt his warmth, the beating of his heart with my head against his hard chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling so comfortable and protected. I loved having that feeling whenever I was around Cristiano.
I bit my lip hard as I kept thinking of the three words. With a soft sigh, I pondered about it. The credits rolled in and the movie ended.
"So, what should we watch? I'm thinking of a horror."
I licked my lips and sat up, taking the remote from his hands and turning off the television, tossing the remote on the table. He protested in disbelief before noticing the sincere look on my face.
I licked my lips before blurting out, "what do you think of me, Cristiano?"
Cris looked at me in surprise, his beautiful eyes scanning my face. He chuckled, moving my hair away from my face and behind my ear as he gave me a warm smile. "You're beautiful. So beautiful. Not just on the outside but on the inside too. You're everything to me, Rose. I can't imagine my life without you. I could go on and on about how I feel but there aren't enough words to describe you."
My heart skipped a beat and I grew warm, my face softening at his words. "I. . ." I couldn't say it. I hesitated, my eyes averting elsewhere for a second before meeting his again. I pushed away all nervous thoughts and finally spoke.
"Cristiano, I know it's really soon but I . . ." I sighed, a smile forming on my face. "I love you. I love you so much and you don't have to say it back - I completely understand why. Things moved so fast for us and - mmh!"
He kissed me passionately, pulling me into his lap and moving forwards so I fell on my back on the sofa, his body between my legs. I melted against him and when he pulled away, his hazel eyes were electric and gazing so romantically into my eyes.
"I love you too. Don't ever think for a second that I don't."