DRUNK KISSES

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CHAPTER 27: DRUNK KISSES When they arrived home, Zamiel bid his farewell. “Are you not going to sleep here?” She asked, while unbuckling her seatbelt. She looked at him. It just that Italia had gotten used to the fact that Zamiel is always around. He was always there the moment she woke up. “Not really, I still have some papers left to do in the office, but don’t worry, I’ll visit again tomorrow.” He reassured her. It was Zamiel, who first went out to open the door on her side. Italia mouthed a low thanks before facing the latter. “So, I guess this is where we part ways.” She chuckled. “Take care, Zam—” But she was stopped, when Zamiel closes the gap between them, and planted a soft lingering kiss on her forehead. “Goodbye, Italia.” He smiled, turning his back, while she stood frozen. It wasn’t new, but Italia was still taken aback by his action. “G—goodbye.” She cleared her throat. She stood there, watching Zamiel’s care disappear. When it does, she turn her back to get inside of the house. The lights inside are already turned off, indicating that most of the servants are already sleep, leaving the security to guard at night. But she wonders, is Gustav home and sleep as well? However, she realized something. “God, why I am even thinking of him?” She face-palm herself. “This is absurd!” She isn’t supposed to be thinking Gustav. She must not, or the feelings she was trying to deny and hide so hard would mean nothing at all. Now that they are living together on the same house. That’s right. She must stop herself before she fell harder. Italia thought. Too lost that she never noticed a silhouette that was slouched on the sofa. “You are late—” A baritone voice rang. “Oh god!” Caught off guard, Italia shrieked. She jumped with utter surprise as she was never expecting anybody to be awake at this hour. When the side lamp was turned on, spreading light, she blink past. Only to get stunned upon seeing who was sitting there. It is Gustav! “A—and you are awake!” She gulps. Italia felt like a cat had gotten a hold of her tongue. Her eyes and focus was already centred to the man. Gustav’s face was red, a glass of brandy [base on its smell] was left empty on his palm. Two bottles lay unattended on the small table that was separating them. Clad on the same attire she saw him dressed this morning, but this time, it looks dishevelled. His polo shirt is crumpled, and his tie is loosen on his chest, while it was left unbuttoned. Italia felt her cheeks flared. The sight of his stoned chest reminded her of the night they long shared Get a grip of yourself! Damn it! She castigated herself. “I am waiting for you.” His expression is dark. “But I never knew that being with Zamiel all day had been an enjoyment for you, Italia.” “Gustav—” She tried to explain herself, but he was quick to rebut her. “Always happy with someone else, but never to me.” He chuckled, and for an unknown reason, Italia could hinted a flash of jealousy, that envious Salvador she had never seen before. Italia was left speechless, while listening to his rants. “Why can’t you be happy with me? Why so eager to always leave, Italia?” Gustav blurted out, and there’s this pain that she had no idea where is it coming from. Why is he telling her that she so much longs to escape? Didn’t he first realize that he is the one who always pushed her away? It was always about Ana. Always the first love, but never the admirer. Gustav had never taken any fancy to her. He hated her guts, but now, why does he was making her feel as if it was her own fault? Is it her fault to seek happiness? Is it so wrong that being away from him is the only thing that could help her healed? “You’re wrong.” Emotions take affront, she forgot that she is suppose to mask everything from Gustav. “You have the answer on your plate, but you just won’t take it.” “Then why don’t you just f*****g tell me what’s wrong, Italia?” Gustav was drunk. She knew that it was drink talking. “Tell you what?” Her chest was beating across her ribcage. “That you are the one at fault why I wanted to leave this house?” “No, I am not, it is you!” Gustav shook his head. Italia laugh sarcastically, “That’s right, always deny everything, because that’s how you do it. You hated me, although you knew you care. What is wrong? The wrong thing is that I love a f*****g man like you, Gustav!” Gustav froze for a moment, but still managed to respond with a nonchalant façade, “But I can’t love you, you killed her... Anna, you killed Anna!” “I did not kill her!” Italia’s jaw clenched. “The night you elope? The night we were hijacked by robbers? I tried to f*****g save her, although I don’t want to!” The root of his hate suddenly came back to be reminisce. “I saved her, but being the hero she was, Anna... She took the knife instead of letting me get stab. When I asked her, do you know what she says?” Her voice was already shaking. “Anna... She made me promised to take care of you, in spite of everything, and being a fool... I did, although you always eye me with contempt... It was never fair, Gustav... never.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” Gustav couldn’t conceal the pain. A tear shed from her eyes. “Because I know you are not yet ready to hear the truth. You are full of anger, full of hate, and I... I accepted it, because I love you.” She was already crying. Her cheeks are damp with tears. Italia wanted to stop, but she just couldn’t. It felt like once she let this moment slipped, then there wouldn’t be any second chances anymore. As if it would be the last time that this confrontation would ever happen. “Italia.” Gustav stood up. “Don’t.” She raised her palms as if to stop him, but the stubborn man he is continued. When he finally get closer, Gustav caressed her face. “I’m sorry.” He said with genuine feelings. Italia chuckled, “It was the drink that was apologizing, isn’t it? But tomorrow, you wouldn’t even remember about it.” That’s the bitter truth, and she just accept it. But at that moment, she wanted to let loose everything that she kept on her shoulders. “I didn’t know how much misery I have cause you, but I just... Can I at least ask a favour for you not to leave anymore?” This is the first time that she saw him plead. If she was the old Italia, she would said yes with hope, but she isn’t that woman anymore. “I can’t, it is the only way that I could help myself forget the pain, Gustav.” She shook her head. Her lips are trembling. “Then do me a favour to accompany me this night, mi cielo.” That endearment he uttered before he lowered his head to crashed his lips against hers. THUMP. His lips are soft. His kisses are tender, and Italia was weak against the feel of him being those close. Unbeknownst to her, she snaked both of her arms around his neck to pulled him closer, while Gustav wrapped his strong arms around her waist. “You’re sweet.” He uttered huskily in between, while exploring her caverns. Imprisoned to this passion, and basking through the heat, for once Italia let herself felt what they shared before. The flame they both dance before Gustav became sober, lost into the memory of their kisses and intimacy. The fire of flesh, the hunger for each other’s taste.
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