Chapter 9. Fallen

TW: Miscarriage

Eighteen Years Old.

I smile, watching as everyone parties. Happy Eighteenth birthday to me. I dance with Ellen, Dario's eyes watching me from across the room. He's amazing, perfect actually, people think I'm crazy for loving him, but I'm not. I understand his crazy, and I crave it. My heart leaps as he steps towards me.

His arms wrap around my body, and he rests his forehead on mine.

"How are you feeling?"

I laugh slightly. "I'm fine, Dario; stop worrying." He seems to be far more protective than he was before he found out.

"I will always ask and check." He kisses my cheek. "Happy birthday."

"You already said that Dario." He laughs slightly.

"Well, I'm saying it again and again." His lips find mine, and we kiss. A slight moan escapes my mouth as his tongue strokes along mine.

"Go back to Matteo. He's looking lost without you." We both laugh. Noddin,g he kisses my nose and walks