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A while ago, there had been a car accident and a woman was brought in, heavily wounded. It had been Miss Imperator, or as she was called in the satanic Ministry just outside of town, Sister Imperator. She had recovered quite well and would have her bandages removed for the final time, today, after which she was allowed to return home. The old satanic pope of the ghost ministry accompanying her had come across a little confused, but today he had already come in, nodded to you sternly and stalked off to Miss Imperator’s room.
You were lazily rifling through some files, it had been a very slow day. Suddenly, you heard the doors opening while a man came stumbling in. He straightened his hair and walked up to you. His black cardinal getup with the biretta on his head, leather gloves on and a bouquet of very dead flowers, made you assume he was here for Miss Imperator as well. He stopped at the desk, looking at you tentatively and said ‘Ah...eh, hello, good morning. Could you please point me to Sister Imperator’s room? I, eh...brought her these flowers…’ He seemed a little aloof, as if he didn’t know how to carry himself. You realized you had been staring at him. ‘Eh...per favore…’ his voice trailed off. Snapping out of it, you nodded at him and replied. ‘Oh! Of course. Yes, I’m sorry, of course.’
You decide to walk with him to the room. He was walking a little fast, looking nervous. Pointing him towards the room, he stopped dead in his tracks and seemed to gulp down large breaths of air. You stepped closer to him, studying his face. ‘Are you okay? If it’s because of the bandages being removed, I know it can be quite confrontational as most people haven’t ever seen their loved ones in this state. But rest assured, she has been doing very well and healing very well.’
You smiled at him encouragingly, hoping you were being helpful. He turned his head towards you, he was clutching his little bouquet very tightly.
You chuckled a little. ‘ Cardinal…it’s cardinal, right?’ you had heard of him before and seeing his clothing, you assumed this was Cardinal Copia of the Ghost ministry.
‘Sì, eh, it’s Cardinal Copia…’ he said softly, a little smile on his lips, still seeming uncertain.
‘Right…Cardinal Copia, don’t clutch those so tight. ‘ you pointed at his flowers, which had dropped some of their dead leaves to the floor. With a slight smile to let him know you weren’t annoyed and just trying to lighten his mood, you picked up some of the fallen leaves.
The Cardinal jumped a little, as if realizing something, hastily mumbling ‘Oh, mi scusi! Please don’t…I’ll pick those up.’ He made to kneel down, his biretta sliding off. It landed just in front of you, and you picked it up. ‘No, it’s okay!' Don’t worry about it. Hmm…here’ You said, handing him his biretta, seeing his nose and cheeks become flushed. ‘Grazie…eh, I suppose I’ll go in now…’ He took a few shaky steps towards the door of Miss Imperator’s room. You felt a wave of pity in your heart. Was he scared of something? ‘Cardinal, if you don’t mind me asking, you seem very nervous. Is there something I can help you with?’ You tilted your head, an apologetic smile on your lips. He sighed and dropped his eyes to the floor. ‘Difficult relationships…’ he mumbled. You nodded and stepped closer, trying to catch his eyes with yours. ‘I’ve seen it before with other patients, and it’s really okay. She’ll be happy you came, even brought flowers!’ your tone encouraging, getting him to weakly smile. ‘It’s a little complicated…she does care about me, sì. I’m here for her, not the old one…’ You thought for a bit. The satanic pope? He seemed stern yet awkward. Maybe he bossed the Cardinal around too much? You didn’t know and couldn’t speculate on this. ‘Yes! She’ll feel great for the support, I just know it.’ With a final smile, you moved your gaze to the door of the room. He took a deep breath, straightened his biretta on his head and shot you a grateful look. ‘Thank you…’ he spoke softly, you nodded, smiling, pointing to the door again while taking some steps back.
His hand was on the door handle and you turned around to walk away. You heard him open the door with a ‘Tadaaaa!’ making you giggle. You had a feeling he was more goofy and sweet than he looked.
You went back to your desk, sitting down and continuing to sort through some files. After a while, you heard footsteps in the hall and the creaking of a wheelchair, awkward laughter accompanying the footsteps.
Looking up from your files curiously, you saw the old satanic pope coming down the hall towards you, Miss Imperator in her wheelchair being pushed by the Cardinal, who still looked a little nervous but also in a lighter mood.
They stopped by you and Miss Imperator stretched out her arms, you walked up to her and she grabbed your hand. She looked good as new, you couldn’t believe how well she had healed from her accident. Being happy for her, you let her shake your hand in both of hers with a smile. ‘Thank you dear, for all the good care.’ She said, sounding genuine.
‘Miss Imperator, it’s nothing, it’s my work! I’m glad you’re feeling well and your healing process has gone so smoothly.’ You told her, while she withdrew her hands but still looked at you with a smile. She nodded to the old satanic pope and the cardinal, to which the pope raised a hand towards you and then stalked off to the front doors, opening them so that he and he cardinal pushing Miss Imperator in the wheelchair could pass through. For some reason, he looked at the cardinal with furrowed brows.
The cardinal averted his gaze, focusing on pushing the wheelchair intently. ‘Goodbye, Miss Imperator! If something goes awry in your home recovery process, give us a call, okay?’ you told her, waving at her while the cardinal slowly wheeled her towards the doors. ‘Of course, of course I will. Thank you again!’ Miss Imperator said, with a smile and a final wave.
In passing, you caught the Cardinals eyes and he mouthed you a ‘thank you’, with a flush on his cheeks and a little smile, you could see the corners of his mouth lift up his mustache. You answered him with a smile.
The next day, you sat at the desk again. There wasn’t much to do today, as it was quite a small hospital in a small town. Suddenly the front door creaked open. You sat up straight in your chair to welcome whoever had come in, ready to help. It was him. The Cardinal. He walked up to the desk, looking nervous, once again clutching flowers in his hands. This time the flowers looked more alive.
‘Oh! Cardinal, is everything alright? Is Miss Imperator-’ he smiled and stopped you with a wave of his hand. ‘Eh, it’s good! I’m not…I mean, I did not come here because of that, today.’ Suddenly he seemed a little shy. You tilted your head in curiosity, asking him ‘How can I help you today?’ He held up the flowers and offered them to you. ‘Eh…it’s…these are for you. I know it’s…ah…a little silly, but…the reassurance you gave me yesterday just…helped me more than you think.’ He stumbled over his words but seemed very thankful.
Wow. Flowers for you. No one had ever given you flowers, especially not in this setting. You nodded, a little flustered while he fumbled with the flowers.
‘It’s…it’s nothing, you just looked like you needed it…’ now it was your turn to stumble over your words. He kept looking at you. You noticed his handsome features and he somehow looked soft. It made your heart flutter. He seemed caring, too, and how sweet it was to come here especially for you…’ you got up from the desk, walked around it towards him. He seemed to suddenly remember the flowers again. ‘Oh! Mi scusi, I brought these for you…like I said, hehe…’ You can’t help but blush. No one ever appreciated you like this and his sweet, awkward demeanor made you melt a little as you accepted the flowers. ‘Thank you, you…have no idea how much I appreciate this gesture.’ You say, shyly. He scratched his neck and muttered something in Italian.
You look at his face curiously and he jolts upright, suddenly more serious. ‘It’s…I wanted to show my appreciation so…here it is…my, eh. Appreciation, sì. But I suppose you already got that, heh…’ he trails off again. You chuckled. ‘I’m very happy with it! Really! Thank you again.’
You looked around for a place to put your flowers, walking around the desk towards the cabinet where you kept some cheap, spare vases for when visitors brought their loved ones flowers. Putting the Cardinal’s flowers in there, you told him to wait and stay put while you went to fill it up with water. Coming back, you put the vase with his flowers on the counter.
‘They’re beautiful!’ You said, smiling at him, nodding to the flowers.
He smiled too, now, still looking a little flushed. You leaned on the counter with your elbows, head resting in your hands, he leaned against the counter on his side, one elbow on the top of it, and you got to talking.
You learned about his family, he learned about your job here. His life doesn’t seem like the easiest. He’s funny, albeit a little awkward. It made him very endearing. You liked him, he was easy to talk to.
Eventually he glanced at the clock, sighing and standing up straight, stretching himself out. ‘Mi scusi, I hadn’t noticed the time…I’m afraid I have to go now.’ He told you, he seemed unhappy with this fact.
You noticed you did, too. He nodded to you, took one of your hands and planted a kiss on the back of it. He looked very flustered doing this, but also seemed pleased with himself. His lips feel soft and warm, his mustache tickling your skin for the slightest moment. ‘Thank you, signora, I’ll see you…soon?’ The latter part of the sentence went up in a question. You were still thinking of how he felt on your hand, nodding absentmindedly.
‘Yes…I’ll see you soon…’ You heard him laugh and that seemed to pull you above water again. ‘Oh! Cardinal, of course, thank you too. Thank you for the beautiful flowers.’ You smiled at him, he raised his hand awkwardly in a wave while he stalked off, you waved at him as well.
The rest of your shift and your evening at home you can’t stop thinking about him. You’ve only seen this man twice now and he’s already occupying your thoughts. You roll your eyes at yourself for this. You knew his position, his importance, his family. Your heart was running ahead of you.
The next day while you were at the hospital again, working, you felt yourself secretly hoping you’d see him again. Stupid! Why would he even come here again? It’s a hospital!
Somewhat annoyed you left work that day. Zipping up your jacket at the desk, standing up and reaching under it to get your bag, you heard something by the entrance.
‘Oh! I’m…were you just leaving? Heh, I was just coming to…’ you get up, turning. That stumbling voice. It’s him and he’s standing in the doorway, hair disheveled, biretta crooked. Did he…did he run? The thought of him running made you laugh. He panted a little but tried to regain his composure. You walked towards him, smiling at him.
Your heart felt light. ‘Cardinal, it’s…good to see you.’ He looks strangely more handsome like this, a little in disarray. ‘It’s good to see you too. If I may say so, you look beautiful today.’ He flushes red when he says this but the look in his eyes has confidence. You turn red, not knowing what to say. ‘Ah! I don’t - Apologies if I’m being too forward, it’s-’ You stop him, raising a hand. ‘No…I, thank you. You…you do too. 'Really.' You stared at each other, both not knowing what to say.
You noticed how his face was dotted with freckles. He had traces of ginger hairs in his mustache, eyebrows, too. His one white eye, one green, looked soft. Suddenly he snapped out of the reverie. ‘Oh! I came to ask you…would you like to come? With me, I mean, on…on a date?’ He looked at you tentatively. A little fast, you blurted out: ‘Yes!’ feeling your face practically burn, you scraped your throat, saying: ‘I mean, yes, I would like that’.
A genuine smile that reached his eyes appeared on his face. He grabbed your hand, soft leather against your skin, and you let him, while he pressed another kiss on the back of it. He lingered a little bit this time, making your heart hammer in your chest. You hoped he couldn’t actually hear that.
You grabbed your bag and you both walked to the doors, out into the early evening.
The two of you had strolled through the park and small town just talking, you both got more comfortable talking freely. You didn’t know why, but somehow he felt like home. He was silly but sweet and when he smiled and laughed about things you told him, the warmth reached into you. Standing on a little hill looking over the forest surrounding town, he was pointing out several landmarks to you. ‘Look…the Ministry. Just there.’ He held his arm close to your face so your eyes could follow his finger. You let out a small ‘wow’, you had seen the Ministry in full daylight, but never in this twilight and it looked imposing, but beautiful. A shiver went through your body, and you noticed how cold you felt. Instinctively you rubbed your hands together. He looked at you, alarmed at the sudden movement.
‘Are you cold? Oh mi scusi, we’ve been outside for so long…’ he sounded apologetically. ‘It’s…fine, it’s a little cold, yes, but I’m okay…’ you couldn’t fully steady your voice but yet you smiled at him. You enjoyed his company too much for this to be over already. He nodded as if he had resolved something and began taking off his leather gloves, handing them to you. ‘I’m sorry I can not do more…but, at least these will warm your hands.’ The gesture of this engulfed your heart, making it jump up and down, your stomach accompanying it. Taking his gloves and slowly putting them on, you noticed how warm they felt on the inside. They were a little big on you, but warm nonetheless. ‘Thank you’ you told him, waving your now gloved hands towards him.
He laughed, taking them in his. ‘É niente. Is this okay?’ he smiled, nodding at his hands holding yours. Of course it was. It was more than okay. His touch made you want to melt, or float, or both. You opted for a more sane answer. ‘It is…thank you.’ You swayed your arms together, walking back to town.
After wishing you a good night, once again kissing your hand, you both went your separate ways home. You suddenly noticed you still had his gloves on. Turning around, you yelled. ‘Cardinal!’
He turned around, alarmed. ‘What happened?’ He yelled back. He sounded worried, so you took a few steps towards him again. ‘Nothing, it’s just, I still have your gloves on! I’m sorry, I forgot!’ He came closer now, too. When he was within a closer earshot, he chuckled. ‘It’s okay, you can keep them on, sì?’ You gave him a puzzled look. ‘They’re yours, you should have them back.’ You began taking one of them off, not really wanting to return your hands to the cold outside air. He put one of his hands on yours, saying: ‘Keep them on, amore. Just return them when we meet next, okay…’ He seemed surprised at himself for sounding so confident and the sweet smile on his face was one you’d never forget. ‘When we meet next?’ You said, looking him into the eyes. His white eye glistened in the evening light, growing darker every second. His face was soft. ‘Ah, if you want, of course. If you want to meet again…’ he spoke very softly.
His face was very close to yours. You smiled at him. ‘Of course I want that. Excuse me if this is too soon, but what about…tomorrow?’ His eyes shone as if there were sparkles in them. ‘Oh, tomorrow? Tomorrow!' He still spoke softly but now happily, as well.
‘Maybe we could meet at my apartment? We could have some tea…’ You suggested, trailing off. You couldn’t believe yourself, were you really inviting this man into your apartment like this? But you also felt so sure of it. The time you had spent with him…it felt like you had known each other for so long. He seemed to ponder for a little bit, before accepting, smiling. ‘Perfect…until tomorrow, amore.’ A shiver went through your body, but not because of the cold. Him calling you that, amore, with that Italian accent made you feel so good. So…accepted.
After giving him the directions to your apartment, you wished each other a good night again. Waving again, walking off.
The next day, you woke up way too early, being too excited and somehow nervous about seeing the Cardinal again. Your dreams had been of no help to this. The times you had woken up during the night it was like your head and heart kept telling you something, something you couldn’t quite grasp. But upon waking up early, you felt sure of it. Accepted the feeling. It was what it was. You loved the Cardinal. You could barely push this thought out of the way in preparation for seeing him again.
You had tidied up your apartment, put together an outfit after trying out what seemed like a hundred pieces of clothing, turned up the heating a little more. Three knocks on the door startled you and you scrambled to open it up. The Cardinal, standing in the doorway, looking as handsome as ever.
Today he wasn’t wearing his usual cassock and biretta, he still had on his paints and his hair was slicked back, but he was wearing a black button up, a long black coat, pants that seemed kind of tight and pointy, buckled shoes. He looked breathtaking, and you stood in the doorway staring at him until he raised one of his hands, almost awkwardly saying ‘Hello’, chuckling a little. You blinked a few times and greeted him with a light ‘Hi!’ before beckoning him to come in. You held the door open while he walked past you, coming very close to you, his scent wafting past you. He also smelled nice, was there anything about him that you possibly would dislike?
Closing the door and turning around, the contrast between him and your apartment made you laugh involuntarily. Stepping towards him, he grabbed your hand in an introductory manner, but smiled at you while bringing the other up to you. You hadn’t even noticed what he was holding, being too occupied with how he was looking today. He had brought flowers again, but this time they were even more beautiful. Beautiful and red. ‘I eh…thought I’d bring these, for you, I didn’t want to show up empty handed…’ He held them out to you. You felt your face get warm again.
Taking the flowers, you studied them. ‘They’re beautiful…the color is amazingly vivid.’ You murmured. He got closer, studying them as well before looking up to you.
‘They are, it’s, ah…cardinal red.’ He chuckled at his own little reference. You did too, suddenly feeling more at ease.
‘Good with attention to detail, Cardinal?’ You smirked, getting a vase out of a cupboard to put the flowers in.
He followed you, shrugging off his coat. ‘I’m sorry, I haven’t gotten around to actually putting up hooks for those…’ you looked around. You usually just draped your coat over the back of one of your kitchen chairs. A little embarrassed, you gestured for him to do the same. ‘I’m sorry…’you said again, but with a gentle smile he put his long coat on the chair.
‘It’s okay, don’t worry, your apartment actually reminds me of eh…of my own space I have at the ministry.’ He chuckled at this, a little nervous. You didn’t know how to take this, looking at him without replying. ‘Oh, no, in a good way! In a positive way!’ He hastily added, smiling apologetically. You felt at ease again.
You began making tea. He insisted on helping you and so there you were, preparing tea with Cardinal Copia, casually in your apartment. Being in his vicinity made you feel warm, like there was a physical connection between you. You noticed him glancing in your direction often, looking away with a small smile.
Situating yourself on your only couch, you gestured for him to come sit as well, a little flustered since there were no other options and he was almost forced to be close to you.
‘Apologies, I don't really…I mean, I haven’t gotten around to get more furniture." You said, gripping your cup of tea in both your hands. He took his cup of tea as well and said ‘Don’t apologize, I actually quite like it…I don’t have many pieces of furniture at the Ministry.’ he chuckled.
Sipping on your tea, you talked more. You asked him about his interests and hobbies outside of being a satanic Cardinal for the Ghost ministry, he asked about yours, besides working at the local hospital. You learned he liked video games, especially old school ones, and somewhat nerdy movies. It was endearing. He looked like a man with a certain stature, which he was, but his interests were so…normal.
He emptied his teacup and placed it back on its saucer, stretching back into your couch and turning towards you. You put your cup down as well, looking at him. ‘So right now, there’s not really a pope, right?’ continuing the conversation you’ve been having. ‘Sì, Sister Imperator had me fulfill the role as the leader of the band Ghost. It’s been quite the adventure so far.’ He seemed a little sad, you could see it in his eyes. You had heard what happened at the ministry, not in detail, but everyone knew what happened to Papa Emeritus III. ‘I’m sorry if it seems like I’m prying. I don’t mean to, Cardinal, if it’s not a comfortable topic for you…’ you apologized, looking at him with a worried expression. He looked at you, a watery smile. ‘Please just call me Copia…and it’s not a very comfortable topic for me, no, but it’s one I have to accept. If I was to become Papa someday, it’s good to…know certain things.’ You nodded. He looked a little fragile right now. You saw one of his ungloved hands in his lap, the other supporting his head, leaning on the back of the couch. Right. You didn’t return his gloves yet. ‘Cardinal, I’m sorry, I totally forgot your gloves…let me get them for you…’ you wanted to get up to fetch them, but he gestured for you to stay seated. A little surprised you turned to look at him. ‘Please, it’s Copia. Right now I’m not in need of my gloves…’ he stretched his fingers. You felt flustered about calling him by his name, not his title. ‘Ca…Copia, you’re always wearing them, it must be strange for you to not have them on right now.’ You couldn't stop looking at his hand. You wondered how it felt. He chuckled softly and while raising his hand, holding yours, he said ‘Like I said…right now I’m not in need of my gloves.’ He shot a shy glance at your face. The sensation of you being skin to skin with him for the first time shot through you like a fire. Like an electric current. He felt warm, soft, but somehow strong and steady. This made you spill out your thoughts in a very stumbling manner. ‘C..Copia, this being together with you’ you gestured vaguely at the two of you, ‘it has been on my mind all the time. It feels like…it feels like home, weirdly, and…’ you trailed off, not knowing how to continue and being scared you said too much, were too early with this kind of talk, would scare him off. He stared at you intently, flustered for a moment, before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. The current shot through you again, his warm breath on your skin, his tickling mustache on your forehead. His soft touch. He pulled back to look at your face, you saw he was red as well, but when he glanced at your forehead, he chuckled, before raising one finger and rubbing lightly on your skin. ‘Ah…mi scusi, a bit of my paint was transferred…a little stain…’ He rubbed his hand on the side of his pants to get rid of the bit of smudged paint that was on his finger now. You couldn’t help but laugh at this, he seemed so unserious.
You sat in silence for a few minutes, they ticked by on the clock. His breath was warm and steady next to you, but your heart was hammering in your chest once again. When he spoke, he didn’t sound as steady as he seemed. ‘To be honest, it has felt like that to me too. Il mio cuore si sente leggero…’ he sighed, gripping your hand a little tighter. You weren’t sure of what he had just said, but it sounded romantic. It could just be the Italian, or the way he was looking at you right now. You felt so incredibly in love. Rationally, you knew you hadn’t even known each other for long, you hadn’t seen each other that much. But he felt so comfortable, you felt content just being near him, he seemed to be as well…that cancelled out your doubts.
You wanted to look at his face closer, to feel him. His breath again on your skin. The softness of his lips. Feeling like your heart was about to fall out of your ribcage, you bended towards him. One of your hands cupped his face and he seemed a little surprised at this, you saw his nose and cheeks get more red, you felt the warmth under your hand. ‘Is…this okay?’ You asked, softly, looking into the one white, one green eyes. With an almost inaudible ‘yes’, he cupped your face as well, but with both hands. He came closer. You could see the freckles dotting his face more clearly now, you could see the individual ginger hairs in his brows, shining through amongst the darker, more salt and pepper colored hair. You could smell that delicious scent of his, you felt how soft he was, how comfortable he felt.
Closing the distance between you, you kissed him. Very soft at first, your lips brushing against his, feeling him leaning into you, one hand now around your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting to be close. He felt warm. It was practically radiating off of him. You pulled back so that you could look at his face. You chuckled a little bit. He looked so flustered, but you were sure you did too.
‘I really like you, Cardinal…’ you almost whispered. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes on yours. Then he smiled again. ‘It’s Copia.’ He leaned in again, his lips on yours again, this time he took the lead. It was more urgent now, but the way he held you in his arms was nothing but gentle and soft.
You felt like your heart and brain had completely left the building, being so struck with surprise with this turn of events. Did he feel the same way about you? Could it be?
He pulled away, the hint of a shy smile on his lips. ‘I really like you too. ‘ He spoke, raising a hand to stroke his thumb at your temple. You couldn’t help it. The corners of your mouth went up, as much as they could. His did, too. Suddenly, you burst out laughing. It was so absurd to you that you were sitting here, with a satanic Cardinal in his casual clothes, in your small apartment while you had already dreamed of being in love with him.
He looked at you a little puzzled before beginning to chuckle, ending in a loud laugh. The way his face lit up as he laughed made you feel warm inside. He looked happy. It was so different from how he had seemed when you first met him, paired with everything he had told you about his life so far.
He bent forward, planted a single kiss on your lips and stood up. ‘Want more tea?’ he asked, still chuckling. You laughed again at the suddenness of it. But it had been the objective of today. Have tea together. You stood up as well, taking both the cups, walking towards the kitchen with him. He took the cups from your hands, putting them on the kitchen counter, turned towards you and enveloped you in his arms. You were pressed against the soft fabric of his button up, he smelled amazing, he felt soft yet strong. You wrapped your arms around him as well. He gently swayed you to non existent music. You smiled into him, patting him on the back.
‘What, you don’t want to dance?’ he asked, fake offense in his voice.
‘There’s no music, Copia…’ you laughed again, but you swayed with him. He changed his stance, as if inviting you for a dance. He extended his hand, bowing his head comically.
‘If I may…’ you chuckled. ‘You’re a little bit of a dork, you know that?’ He looked up at you, a hint of uncertainty on his face. You added, lovingly ‘But I love that.’ before taking his still extended hand, putting the other on his shoulder. ‘You’re the one dancing with a dork right now.’ He said, matter of factly, starting to spin you around slowly. Both laughing at this, you spun around your apartment. There wasn’t much space, but it felt cozy. He was humming a tune while he twirled you around.
Somehow, he was a good dancer. He seemed to know what he was doing. ‘I’m going to be dizzy if you keep spinning me around’ you said jokingly, grabbing onto his shoulder again. ‘It’s how you dance to this music, amore.’ With a disapproving tone in his voice, he looked at you, but he winked. He seemed so soft and sometimes even shy, but it fitted him. Stopping him, you stood still, putting your arms around his neck. ‘Copia, there’s not even music here.’ He lifted his brows in surprise. ‘Oh, but there is!’ You laughed. ‘You mean, that tune you have been humming? I don't even recognize that song!’ He clutched a hand to his chest dramatically.
‘Amore…you’re breaking my heart. It’s simply a more…ah, romantic rendition of one of our songs.’
You tilted your head. Was he talking about the band Ghost? They didn’t have any slow, danceable songs, as far as you knew. He looked at you as if he could see the gears in your head turning. Louder this time, he hummed the tune again, this time slow dancing with you. Your heart felt so content. You hadn’t even dared to dream of something like this, but he was so into it. You were too. You wished this would never end.
His head was close to yours and he bent towards your ear, still swaying, humming the tune in your ear now, before stopping and whispering: ‘You see, it’s about bewitching.’ His breathy whisper in your ear combined with the tickling of his mustache on it made you shiver a little, racking your brain on what he was talking about. There was a Ghost song that included these lyrics, yes. It was up tempo, though.
You smiled, looking up at him again when he pulled back more. ‘Is it about bewitching in the moonlight?’ you added, half jokingly, winking at him. Still slow dancing, you reached your head up, one of your hands cupping his face. The look in his eyes was soft and loving, making you almost melt into a puddle right then and there, but you did the next logical thing. Moving forwards, you went to kiss him, but before your lips could reach his, he said, very softly: ‘Sì, that it is.’
You felt the smile on his lips as you kissed him, still swaying around your apartment to the non existent song playing.