CHAPTER 40

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Matteo POV

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I chuckled seeing her run to the door. At first when she pushed me away I mentally slapped myself for being pushy but after seeing her blushing face I realized that she was not bothered about the kiss. "That's an improvement," I pat myself on the back.

You don't know if she loves you, don't score yourself yet, my conscience mocked.

"You are always pessimistic."

Don't keep your hopes high douchebag.

"What are you even doing in my head? It's not like I'm doing anything bad," I said walking to the refrigerator.

I'm your conscience dumb dumb and I can read your thoughts, you were thinking about something dirty.

"That's not a bad thing, is it?" I uncapped the bottle, planning to drink it straight from the bottle.

"Don't do that!" A hand appeared from nowhere and snatched the bottle from my hand. She appeared in front of me frowning.