A/N: That one was kind of short…so sorry about the long post promise, but I wasn't able to get around to typing more than 4,000 words. I'm super busy on a history research paper that's due April 28, and I've had major writer's block. Funny thing was that I typed chapter 12 before this chapter because I was that stuck. LOL! But please enjoy this. Also I'm currently on spring break, so definitely look for way more updates as I've been absent for a long time.

Disclaimer: Imma dis the claim if I ever have to put 'er on here again.

Fuck that was lame.

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Her head was pounding as she rolled over in bed, groaning at the light that was streaming through the window. It felt like a man had run into her brain and chopped down what little brain cells she had left because at the moment she felt stupid asking herself where exactly she was. Amnesia felt like it had settled into her brain, but once she got up out of the bed and took in her surroundings, everything came flooding back to her. Demarco fighting her, her struggling to get on a horse towards Mario's villa, and then when Ezio had saved her.

Ezio.

Gosh she was happy the man had showed up at that time. When had she ever thanked god that much. Actually, she didn't remember the last time she had attended church. Thinking about church reminded her of Mario showing her that run down church in town. Maybe she should visit there and fix it up…make it her own little project whenever she came by here.

She could probably get a team of thieves to help her fix the cracks in the roof and build new benches to place inside there. A knock at her door broke her from her thoughts.

"May I come in?" A voice asked quietly. It was a little ruff and she already knew who it belonged to. The man that had caused her so much trouble in the past few days…or maybe it was weeks. She couldn't really remember how long Ezio was gone for. All she knew was that he fucking brain ninja'd her and she didn't really appreciate that. "As long as you wipe your feet. I don't need blood being carried inside here." She could hear a chuckle as the door was opened to reveal a hoodless Ezio, wearing normal clothes for once.

"I see you decided to be a citizen, rather than an Assassin today." He shrugged and closed the door.

"How's your arm doing?" He asked, concern lacing his voice.

"It's fine." She responded.

Amalia waited for him to turn around, and when he did sadness was etched all across his face. Now that she looked closer, she could see numerous bags under his eyes, and his skin was no longer then tan color it used to be. No, it was a pale color, which she swore she could paint on the wall. That's how close to a white, his skin color was at the moment. "Ezio…" She whispered, concerned. He approached and sat on the bed, hands now resting under his chin.

"I don't know where to start Amalia."

"Well the beginning is always nice." She replied, scooting back a little so that she wasn't falling off the bed anymore.

"When I left...I don't know how to say this, but it was the dumbest move I could have made. And that is saying something because I usually never make a mistake." He trailed off, annoying her a bit. "So are you trying to address the fact that your always right, or is there some message behind this, because I don't have the time to sit here and listen to you talk about…"

Ezio turned to her giving her a hard glare. "I'm trying to say something and you keep on interrupting. It's hard enough that I have to say this, but you're really not making this any easier."

"Sorry." She apologized, looking downwards. Ezio sighed a little, but after a minute or two, turned towards her and looked her deep in the eyes.

"I felt extremely bad for yelling at you, and getting mad as well, because after thinking about it I had no reason to be mad. Sure you had not told me certain information, but maybe you kept it away for me for a good reason. I'm assuming that it was to protect me and I thank you for that. Being away from you that long was actually quite hard," he admitted, smiling sheepishly. "I must say that you're personality has had some of an effect on me and every time I think about you, it makes me smile."

Amalia felt her heart race as Ezio poured out words that made her blush uncontrollably. Him saying all these things about her made her feel like she was in a fairytale where the prince complimented his princess all the time. Maybe this was too good to be true, but she had to continue listening to him to see what else he was going to say. "What I'm trying to say is that…I like you Amalia. Being away from you that long has made me figure out my feelings and that, no you're not some pestering friend that follows me around all the time…"

'Oh thanks Ezio. A man that has a way with words.' She thought, mentally rolling her eyes.

"You're someone that I'm starting to fall for." He stopped, turning away, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks. 'Oh my gosh! Ezio just blushed. This should totally be a hallmark moment. I never thought that a day would come, when an arrogant man such as Ezio would confess to a girl that he likes. Especially when that girl is me.'

Amalia grinned so widely, she swore that the sun was permanently glued to her smile, because she was really beaming sunshine. Talk about barfing rainbows from how lame of a confession that was, but it was still something. "But…I don't think that I'm a man that you want…well if you even like me…."

"I do like you!" She blurted out. Her hands slapped against her mouth as she scolded herself mentally for ever blurting that out loud and looking like a complete fool. "But I think that my past record isn't really that acceptable. So I think we should just remain friends."

Amalia's eyebrows creased in confusion, and she titled it trying to take everything in that was just said. "So let me get this straight..." She started, putting a finger into the air to help her process everything better. "You like me."

Ezio nodded.

"I like you." He also nodded again.

"And you just confessed that you are starting to fall for me, but you want to remain….friends."

He nodded again, making her even more confused than before.

"Isn't the point of this entire speech to say that we both want each other and should just take a shot in the dark and date each other?" Her statement came out more of a question, because…she obviously was confused and needed for Ezio to elaborate more on this so called…friendship dating, non-dating thing. "I know it's a little confusing…"

"Uh-huh. You're telling me." Her eyes rolled, and she crossed her arms trying to leave her mind open. People always did say that you should keep your mind open and try new things. "Look. I know that you have a problem with me visiting brothels—"

"I never said that." She spit out, turning around to glare at him. "What made you think that I had a problem with that?" Ezio just gave her the look. Yes the look where it spells "I-K-N-O-W-Y-O-U-R-L-Y-I-N-G". "So maybe I'm a little annoyed." She responded, letting that sentence hang in the air like a fishing hook. Ezio just intensified his gaze and she huffed. "Ok so fine! I admit," She yelled, throwing her hands into the air. "I am miffed by the fact that you sleep with every single thing that has two legs and can walk. I don't really think that any girl would appreciate that."

"I just wanted to hear it coming out of your mouth." He teased, pushing her lightly on the shoulder. Amalia let out an annoyed noise and crossed her arms, clearly irritated that he would do something like that. "You know I was just kidding, bella."

"Can we just get back on topic please! I really think that we need to discuss this fully, so that I might be able to understand everything. Are we supposed to be a non-boyfriend, non-girlfriend that have feelings with each other, but don't want to rush into a relationship because of the others track record?"

"What do you mean by track record?" Fuck! There he goes again with the Demarco look. She swore that the next person that did that, she was seriously going to ring their necks. How many times does she need to see that, just to be reminded of Demarco? She just couldn't stand that goddamn head tilt.

For one it was so damn adorable, and two it was just so goddamn adorable to see it happen after she spoke, because they didn't understand a phrase that she said. Amalia held back the urge to squeal and jump on top of him. Thank god she had some type of dignity and self-control left. "Basically it means what you've done in your past."

He nodded kind of understanding what she was trying to say. "So does that mean that we're not officially together?"

"No, but I think we should just continue on our daily regimen, and see how it takes us. I believe that we should take this one step at a time." It was silent for a moment as Amalia thought on something to say. What was bothering her, stopping her from saying what she was going to say, was the reaction that she might get from Ezio. Her questioned was going to be about kissing…which should probably be the least of her worries, but it was just something that was on her mind. It wasn't like she hadn't imagined kissing him, but she didn't want to kiss him if his mind was going to be on prostitutes.

She's seen the way he's looked at them as they had traveled throughout Firenze. All in all it was hard to contain herself watching Ezio lust after them. Yes, she has heard them having sex before, which actually wasn't so pleasant. Ezio thinks that he was being quiet at Leonardo's, but he was actually way too loud. "What are you thinking about?" Ezio asked, placing his hand on top of hers. His hand touching hers made her flinch, but it was barely visible, and she was glad that he hadn't seen it because she was sure that he would have a hurt look on his face. "I was just thinking about…us I guess."

"No you weren't." He bluntly stated "You were thinking about us kissing, huh."

"Eww no!" She lied, trying to cover her fear. "I wouldn't want to kiss a herpes infested man. I've seen those cold sores."

"What!" Ezio asked, confused. 'Oh yeah, that's right. They don't have that yet…well they do, but their just unaware of it.'

"Uhhhh…nothing. Don't worry about it. I was just saying that I don't want to kiss you because I don't want to be indirectly kissing a prostitute. That's just weird." She stuck her tongue out, to emphasis her point more, but backed up a little bit as Ezio leaned in closer. "What the hell are you doing?" She asked, slightly frightened by his sheer directness. "I was going to kiss you to silence your thoughts."

"Did you not just hear what I said?"

He shook his head, a slight smile dancing across his lips. God were they so plump and nice. For a guy, they didn't look chapped at all, but it looked actually quiet soft. His lips weren't thin, thank god because Amalia absolutely hated thin lips with a burning passion, but they weren't that bad. She could deal with what she had. For some strange reason though, she felt herself leaning in, but quickly snapped out of it as Ezio coughed a little. "Um...sorry." She mumbled, scratching the back of head in a little bit of embarrassment at what she was about to do."

"It's fine really. I just didn't know you wanted to kiss me that badly." She glared at him and stood up, not wanting to have to hear his arrogant self, which she really did love about him, anymore. "Look. I'm hungry, and I think it would be best if we talked about this after breakfast. I'm sure then that we won't be completely confused on what we want exactly."

"I already know what I want." Ezio said confidently, sliding a hand around her waist, and pulled her closer. Her hands rested against his chest automatically making her smile, despite the fact that she wanted to wipe the smirk off of his face, and add another scar to match the one that he already had. "You're lucky I like you. Or your dog will end up like the one I kicked earlier."

"But I do not own a dog." Ezio replied wittily. "Yeah, well then I'll buy you a dog…wait till you get attached to it, and then kick it."

"You are a very cruel and sick person, you know that right!" Ezio said, not trying to hold back the laugh that bubbled up his throat and out his mouth. "Yeah well that's why you love me!" She flashed a toothy grin up at him, also making him return the smile.

"Yes. That's why I love you." He whispered, placing a quick kiss to the corner of her mouth.

Fuck. She was falling fast.