Brinda
Francesco pushed me to the bed and he slowly climbed over me till his face was almost into mine. I moved my head away from his direction.
It was then he grabbed my right cheek and pulled my face back to face him. A mischievous smile played across his lips then he brought out his tongue which made me wonder what he had in mind with it.
“Are you trying to seduce me now?” I whispered, my breath brushing against his face and I felt the heat giving how close we were.
“Please, fall for the devil. He loves you.” Francesco's voice came out thick, his words running together. “Or don't you want to fall in love with the devil?” He asked after thirty seconds of silence.
“I hate the devil. How can I fall for him?” I replied, my gaze fixed on him.
“Then, show me how much you hate the
