Chapter Eleven

❝Foi naquelas manhãs em que acordei com você em seus braços, e seu amor suspirou em meus ouvidos, que percebi que quero passar o resto da minha vida com você.❞

(Citação de minha autoria)

✿ Você é a beleza dessa cidade inteira.✿

Pietro had chosen an Italian restaurant, which was in front of the blue sea beach of Santorini.

She arrives at the restaurant, he sees her approaching, and stands up. She approaches with a shy smile, not sure what this was going to be.

He pulls out a chair for her to sit in, and his perfume is simply intoxicating. She closes her eyes trying to avoid the brunette's smile, her heart beats fast.

She sits down quickly, on the chair he sits in front of her and bids her good night, she answers.

— An Italian restaurant? Someone is homesick. — She smiles and looks at him and that beautiful smile of his opens up. "I'll hide behind the menu" She thinks taking the menu and putting it at the height of his face.

He bounces back in his chair, and his chest rises and falls with rapid breaths, the brunette wasn't making eye contact, he notices. But, he wants to overcome this indifference from Cybele. They talk about everything. She seems to be loose, and they exchange confidences.

But the night that promised to be anything but comfortable for Cibele turns out to be pleasant, he made her laugh and her stomach hurt, and she was different from all the others he had met, she was simple and strong, she had already been through a lot of trouble and was, according to him, so sweet-souled...

— I don't know about Bernardo, what about Lorenzo? — He asks raising one of his eyebrows, shoulders on the table.

— No chance, she shakes her head, letting go of her feet that were stuck behind the chair. — In my time in Milan I met a million Lorenzo's, don't you guys have another name? — she laughs, and fiddles with her hair.

— In my time in Milan I have met a million Lorenzo's, don't you have another name? — She laughs, and fiddles with her hair.

He laughs, — Okay, okay you're right about that! But I ...— Before he can speak, the waiter comes up from behind and interrupts him.

He asks for an autograph, which Pietro doesn't deny and smiles for the picture and everything else and suddenly there is a little 'line' to take pictures and get his autograph. Cybele looks at the situation and feels embarrassed, she didn't know he was that famous.

— Wow, you must play very well? — She asks, pressing her lips together, raising her eyebrows with a slight smile.

He picks up the glass of wine and gives her a surprised smile, leaning over the table, "Modestly, yes! He drinks it while looking at her. — You've never seen me play, have you? —He gives her a corner smile.

Which makes her sigh, she replies slowly. — Never, I confess! — She puts her hands on the table, staring at him.

— Wow! — He puts his hand on her heart and frowns. — Come to my game, I bet you'll like it.

She nods and smiles.

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They leave and go for a walk, passing by the beach with its transparent waters.

— Ah! No way, you've never done anything improvised? Nothing?" he asks with his hands in his pockets, feeling the wind on his face, beside her.

— No! I mean, not the big things, I always need to be organized. — he replies between bites of a portion of French fry in his hands.

— Well, you know what would be something not improvised to do right now? — he says, standing in front of her.

— What? — she asks, smiling, and her hair flies in his face.

He wraps a curl of her hair around his fingers and moves closer, feeling their breaths synchronize. He comes closer and their lips touch, but she quickly pulls away.

— Pietro no, I don't want you to confuse things," she looks down.

— I'm not confusing anything, I'm just trying to remove an eyelash of yours that fell into your mouth, he says ironically, and raises his hands.I'll behave, I promise!

— Arran, I know! — He says tucking his hair behind his ear, giggling, and takes a deep breath. — I think I'd better go home, I have an appointment tomorrow afternoon!

— I'll wait, please, it's still early, right? — He takes her arm, and raises his eyebrows, "You know what wouldn't be a good thing to do now? — He points to the sea. — Get in that water now!

— What? — she asks with a smile on her face. — You're crazy, it must be so cold at this hour! — He crosses his arms over his chest. — Wait, what are you doing?

He shoves his hands in his front pockets, gives her his cell phone and he wraps his arms around himself and takes off his shirt, she looks at him with wide eyes.

Cybele swayed back and forth, ''I'm really going to do this'' Then she leaves the cell phone in her purse and puts her hands she tilts her head forward and he extends his hand to her. She closes her eyes and unties her dress in just her panties and bra, the beach was empty. She gives him her hand.

It seemed crazy, and they both knew it. But they get into the water anyway.

Their bodies are soon impacted by the cold current of the sea, her lips quiver, she looks at him and without his eyes she could say "Bad idea" and his would be more like "The cold will be over soon.

He fits his right leg between her legs and they both close their eyes and let themselves be carried away by the waves.

— Okay, that was crazy. — She laughs and throws water on his rosy, rocking sea.

Your laughter is charming," he thinks, and looks at her with a silly grin.

— Aren't you afraid? You know, of being a father? And all the responsibility that goes with it... Sometimes it seems like I'm just a dream, you know, this wasn't in my plans, and I believe yours wasn't either. — She says, brushing her dark hair out of her face.

— A little I confess, but I, I want to do well. — He lowers his head, his eyes roving over her body, and laughs.— Not least because your grandmother was very convincing in showing me her collection of weapons.

She laughs. — She shows it to everyone, not to intimidate you. — She swims away.

— No, I understand, and soon it will be me in her place. — I said with a wry smile, laying my head on the water, feeling my body tremble with water.

— You think it's a girl?— he raised an eyebrow.

— Well, I don't know, but I hope so, that she has your delicate smile, your beautiful skin, and your eyes, you know your eyes, they are so tender. The tenderness in your eyes when you look at me, makes me feel that I will overcome great confrontations that I have had, and have... — He approaches her, and she looks at him with her eyes shining.

That night seemed so perfect, it didn't deserve to be wasted, nor the feeling implied there ignored. She comes closer and their lips touch, in a passionate kiss, a kiss with urgency and longing.

She gasps. He pulls out of the startled kiss and looks into her eyes. His eyes locked in her gaze. The moon reflected on her body, and that moment didn't need to be romanticized, their hearts beat strong. The back of her neck shivers.

He kisses her, their tongues intertwine and everything around them seems to be in slow motion. Her legs wrap around his waist, and her water-soaked hands wrap around the back of his neck, he shivers at her touch as she does.

The kiss becomes more intense, their noses meet and she kisses him with desire, their warm and sweet lips never tire of feeling each other. The brunette looks at her and with his gaze he could say I want you.

He stops the kiss, gasping for breath. — Shall we go to my hotel? — He rests his forehead against hers.

She nods, and turns off her thoughts, she only wants to think at that moment, she is surrendered.

They leave, she puts on her dress quickly, and they go there.

They walk out of the water hand in hand, she puts on her dress quickly, and they walk there. A million feelings and a million colors seem to light up their way there, the smile stamped on Cybele's face couldn't be taken away even if she wanted to, he takes her in his lap and in the corridor in front of the car door and opens the door.

She knows she can't contain her heartbeats when she feels his touch, something in her mind tells her to run from there but her heart melts and her legs paralyze when she sees him smiling with perfect teeth and charming smile she notices.

He puts her down slowly. She turns her back to him. She feels a caress on her back and slowly takes off her black dress. She doesn't think about anything, she just surrenders to the moment, and it is perfect.

A million hazel colors dance over her head, and there on that starry night they made love.