Like the Old Times

/Riccardo's POV/

After our confession, we decided to stay here one more day. Well, it was my idea and I made her agree with it. It feels like the old times. Where she comes secretly to spend the weekends with me. I loved them.

"It's only seven," she whined, covering herself with the blanket.

I snatched it from her, nicely and made her sit, "Come on, you said you would spend twelve hours with me,"

"Ugh, fine," she dragged herself out. When she was about to get into the bathroom, I couldn't resist the urge to peck her plump lips.

"What was that for?" she whispered, raising a brow.

"You're cute," I pinched her cheeks. She stared at me for a second and pulled me into an intense kiss. She moved her tongue inside my mouth, leaving her strawberry taste. "What was that for?" I teased.