My head rested on Matteo's chest as on the side of him, his arms were over my shoulder drawing lines on my arms. I smiled when I looked at him, it was as if we weren't faking this engagement at all. It's been two days since I told Matteo about half my past. And he thought of me as a strong woman. He thought of me as a fighter which I slowly learnt to accept. I was a fighter. I fought past the abuse of my dad. I fought past the r**e of my uncle and his friends.
My hands were rested on his hands, it was my turn to slowly draw circles. "The spider crawls up from the nest, into the pipe." I said as I crawl my fingers on his tattooed arm until I reached his shoulders. "Settled on the counter before snagging the ant." I said as I gently slap his cheeks. He looks at me dumbfounded and grabs my
