Lealtà {18+}

LEALT? -Chapter twelve

Before I even could say or do anything he pulled me into a hug. The Nicola Castello was hugging me? AGAIN.

My right hand found it's way around his neck,as his arms was around my body,pulling me closer. I couldn't feel him shake or hear him cry or anything. But that was okay. Sometimes a hug could be better then to cry in front of a person.

He pulled closer and rested his head in the crock of my neck,probably closing his eyes as my hands was massaging his scalp.

I don't know what it was that brought us closer over night...but I do belive that it was meant to. I haven't had a friend to talk to since Sarah...gosh I miss her,so,so much...

Tears was pricking my own eyes at the thought of her. The tiny girl that I tried to protect so many times was gone. Just sixteen years old and had already been through more then most people could imagine.

We both pulled away after a few minutes of just standing there and embracing eachother. I looked into Nicola's eyes. He had been crying-I could see it 'cause of his red eyes and the tiny tear that threatend to leave his eye.

I brought my hand to his cheek,caressing it with my hand. He looked a little bit off guard,and a little confused...but he then-slowly-gave in. He let my hand stay there as I gave him a soft smile. He tried to return it but failed.

"I thought that the big,scary mafia men didn't cry?" I say,trying to light up the mood. He let out a breathy laugh and look down. It makes my heart skip a beat at the sound...he was beautiful when he was smiling...his teeth was straight,he must have been having braces as a kid. His eyebrows had some scars in them,but it made him look more rougher and masculine. His nose must've been broken a few times at the sign of it as a little bit crocked. Nothing much,but you could see it if you were standing this close as we were.

"I like your eyes," I confess. I didn't mean to say it out loud but it caught his attention. My hand was still on his cheek. He looked into my own eyes,"My real eye colour is green," He said,my eyes widen a little at his confession.

What! Oh my god...he must look so hot with green eyes.

"I wear contacts. I...I don't like my eyes." He says. I furrow my eyebrows and chuckle a little. He looks at me with the side of his mouth a little bit upwards. "I didn't know that,but do you know how many people there is that's dreaming of having green eyes?" I say. He now smiles a lip tight smile;but that's better then nothing.

"That's the purpose,that's why I'm hiding it. And yeah,I know...it just remind me too much of one person." He says and looks away. I decide to not go in much further into it as it's probably a touchy subject...

"Well...I think that your natural eye colour would be very beautiful. I think that green would look good on you." I say and retreat my hand. I then recall that I'm still standing in only a towel. I blush a little but I'm trying to hide it as much as possible. But Nicola saw it too soon...

He only smiled at me. "I'm going to go and shower now..." he said and walked slowly pass me,but he stopped in his tracks and said something I once again didn't expect,

"Thank you,Kimberly. It means more then you think...and you're right," I lift my eyebrow,"People say that we mafia men don't cry or have feelings. That isn't true. It's just the tiny picture people have,but they don't know anything." And with that he walks into the bathroom and I hear the shower turn on.