The rain only got stronger throughout the day. Lightning filled the school's windows and large cracks of thunder frequently interrupted the lessons. Feliciano couldn't concentrate on his work. He never liked thunderstorms. They were right up there with the dark and yelling, angry people in terms of things that shot fear through his heart. It was something about the amount of power they held, the amount of damage they could do and the fact that humans were powerless to stop it. By the end of the day, he was shaking.

"Are you okay?" asked Ludwig when he pulled up to Feliciano's house.

"Fine!" Feliciano said a little too quickly. "Everything is fine!" He had to try especially hard not to jump when lightning filled the sky again. The rain was coming down in buckets and was already starting to flood the streets.

Ludwig raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" Feliciano forced himself to nod, to lie. "If you say so. Please contact me if you need something." With that, they kissed again. Feliciano hung on to it for as long as he could. He had to force himself to get out of the car.

It didn't help the situation when he tried to flip the light on and noticed his power was out. This was bad. Dealing with a storm was one thing; dealing with a storm in the dark was a completely different story. He fumbled to the kitchen in search of a flashlight. The darkness made the house and its hallways seem endless, each room fading seamlessly into the next.

He was grateful when he saw light coming in from the kitchen window. Light, he needed as much light as possible. Relying on memory alone, he managed to find a flashlight and a slew of candles in the kitchen's drawers. He lit them with clammy hands. He hated lighting matches. That had always been Lovino's job. The lit candles almost seemed to make it worse. They cast shadows on the walls, flickering violently. It was like something hid in the shadows, waiting to grab him by the arms and pull him farther into the darkness. No, he could handle this. He was older now, old enough to live on his own.

Suddenly, the walls were closing in on him.

Feliciano was overcome with nausea. Confusion set in. He was lost in his own home. He put the flashlight in his pocket, took two of the candles and ran upstairs, and slammed his bedroom door. The candles now sat on his dresser, filling the room with a dull orange light. The flames were too hot, too bright. A flash of lightening filled the window and he screamed. He jumped not on his bed but under it and covered his head with his hands.

The rain might as well have been gunshots. He was going to faint. He was going to die. Nothing made sense. It's only rain. He thought, desperately trying to cling to reason. This has happened before. He was okay. No, he wasn't okay. His heartbeat sped up, but not in the way it did when he was in Ludwig's car. This was painful. It hurt to breathe, to think. His limbs felt like they weren't connected to him. It was like he was watching himself from somewhere else. His body didn't feel like his own.

Which way was up? Which was down? He didn't know and he didn't care. He was crying, drowning. Thunder shook the house and lightning filled his vision. He couldn't do this. He couldn't move, but he needed to do something.

Breathe. He thought, demanding that his body cooperate. Right now. Breathe. He took in one deep, painful breath. The room around him started to come into focus; the spinning was finally beginning to stop. He continued to breathe irregularly and his heart rate began to slow down. Everything hurt and he was suddenly exhausted.

He couldn't bother Ludwig again, no matter how badly he wanted him to be close. He just couldn't bring himself to do it. Ludwig had already done so much for him; it was beginning to be unfair to him. Feliciano needed to prove he could take care of himself. Slowly, he pried himself off of the floor and made his way to the top of his bed. He hid under the covers and turned on the flashlight, grasping his necklace.

The storm continued to rage; pounding against his house like a murderer trying to break in. All he could do was plug his ears and hum to himself. I can take care of myself. He thought. His humming grew louder. I can take care of myself! His thoughts were screaming at him. Lovino was wrong, his grandfather was wrong, everyone was wrong about him. He didn't need to be watched. He balled his hands into fists and his knuckles turned white. Hot tears streamed down his face but he refused to cry out.

About an hour later, the storm was still going strong. Feliciano was still in the same position he was an hour ago when there was a knock at the door. At first he didn't move, thinking it was only the storm. Then the knock was louder, faster, and he knew that it was something else. He picked himself up and shuffled towards the door. He steadied his hand the best he could and flung it open. Standing there was Ludwig, soaking wet with a worried expression on his face.

Feliciano's eyes widened, his initial shock giving way to relief. He felt his fear fizzle out and die. "What are you going here?" He asked and ushered him inside.

Ludwig walked inside and pushed his soaked hair back in place. "I noticed you were upset earlier. It has been nagging at me all afternoon." He said. "I am sorry to bother you."

"No, Ludwig." Feliciano felt the grip on his lungs all but disappear. "I needed you to come."

Ludwig looked at him curiously. "Did something happen?"

"I just don't like storms." Feliciano chuckled humorlessly as if to dismiss it. Ludwig probably wouldn't understand. That terrifying, suffocating flood of fear had happened before, but he never had a name for it. He was sure it was something that only happened to him.

Ludwig tightened his jaw. "Feliciano, you're shaking. I think this is more than just not liking storms."

Feliciano looked down at his hands. Ludwig was right; he was still shaking. It wasn't as bad as before, though. He was grateful for that. He wouldn't have wanted Ludwig to see him in that state. Taking a deep breath, he made the decision to at least try and explain. He looked at the ground. "I was trying to light candles, and all of a sudden I felt like everything was closing in on me. I couldn't breathe and my heart was going crazy."

Ludwig didn't miss a beat. "You had a panic attack."

The term was unfamiliar, foreign. "What's a panic attack?"

"It's when you feel like you're in grave danger and you are not in control of your situation, regardless of whether or not there is a reason to be afraid." Ludwig explained it as though he had rehearsed the words. "I have read books on the subject."

So it did have a name. What Ludwig described was identical to what had happened to him. "Oh." Feliciano could think of nothing else to say.

Ludwig frowned. "Has this happened before?"

Feliciano thought back, trying to remember. Yes, it had happened before. Not often, but it was memorably terrible each time. "Just a couple of times." He said.

Ludwig sighed. "Life hasn't been all that fair to you, has it?" He took a step forward and hugged Feliciano so tight he could barely breathe. The statement confused him. After all, his grandfather had always told his life was unfair. He never expected life to be fair. Even so, he found no use in being bitter about his circumstances.

The way he saw it, he could choose to be upset about his situation at school and the like, or he could chose to be happy that he had a brother and now Ludwig, both of whom he was sure actually loved him. He would always choose the latter. He buried his face in Ludwig's chest, not caring that his shirt was wet.

"Do you want me to stay, Feliciano?" asked Ludwig.

"Yes." Feliciano said immediately. "But won't Gilbert wonder where you are?"

Ludwig smirked. "I believe he will figure it out."

"But you don't have any other clothes! Unless you're hiding more in your car."

Ludwig looked down at his wet clothes. "No, I do not. Do you by any chance have a shirt that will fit me?"

Feliciano remembered that Lovino left a few of his absurdly large t-shirts that he wore to bed behind when he went to college. With any luck, clothes that were way too big on Lovino would be okay if not slightly tight on Ludwig.

"Yeah, there's some upstairs." He said. Then he looked up the dark staircase, seemingly leading to nowhere. He grasped Ludwig's hand for safety and led him up the steps.

Feliciano hadn't been in Lovino's room more than once or twice since he left. Everything was just as he left it, although the majority of his stuff was gone. He felt his way over to his closet and pulled out one of the remaining black shirts, then gave it to Ludwig.

When he began to undo the buttons on his shirt, Feliciano was hit with a sudden surge of either hormones or confidence. Either way, he felt suddenly bold.

"Let me help." He said. He reached out and undid the rest of Ludwig's buttons by himself, exposing his muscular torso one button at a time. Upon realizing what he was doing, his boldness faded. He turned red and pulled back. "Sorry."

Ludwig's mouth hung open for a moment. "No need to apologize." He blinked away his shocked expression. Leaving his shirt hanging open, he looked at Feliciano. "You're still wearing my shirt."

He pinched the fabric of the oversized shirt. "Oh, do you mind?"

"No, I was just thinking…" Ludwig cleared his throat. "Maybe you'd like to change into something more comfortable."

Oh. Feliciano's face was getting warmer by the second. Still, he could think of nothing he wanted more. "I think I would like that."

Ludwig's hands were trembling when he undid the buttons on Feliciano's shirt. Neither of them knew where they were going with this, but Feliciano knew that it felt so, so right. Then he realized he was in his brother's room being undressed by another guy. "How about we go to my room?" He asked, hoping the change of scenery would help his fluster.

Ok, so maybe his bedroom wasn't the best place to go if he didn't want to be flustered. They stood there; shirts open, staring at each other. Without warning, Ludwig leaned over and kissed him. Feliciano could have melted. When he brought his hands to his shoulders and slid his shirt off, he could have died. Feeling his hands on his bare skin sent sparks across his skin, threatening to overtake his entire self. He hesitated before he did the same to Ludwig. Then he was closer, their chests now touching. His skin burned.

It felt amazing, but at the same time something was wrong. This was all happening so quickly; everything about it was so new. For one awful, gut-wrenching moment of madness, a terrible thought crossed Feliciano's mind. This is wrong. This isn't natural. The very thought was like a punch in the stomach. It caused his head to spin and his knees to feel weak. He broke the kiss and took a step back.

"Would it be okay…if we slowed down?" He asked. He crossed his arms over his chest, suddenly hyperaware of being half-naked.

Ludwig nodded quickly, the sleepy look on his face slowly transforming to fluster. "Yes, of course. I got carried away." He stammered, grabbing Lovino's shirt and pulling it over his head. Feliciano reached into a nearby drawer and did the same. "I apologize, Feliciano."

"No! No, it was nice, I-." Feliciano trailed off. What was there to say, really? Before he could finish, there was another boom of thunder. He gave up on finishing his thought. "Can we lay down?"

Ludwig's posture stiffened. "You want to lay down?"

"Unless you don't want to, I-"

"No, I do." Ludwig said and quickly added, "It's quite cold in here."

So he walked over, careful to bump into anything. He lifted the bed's covers and got in. Feliciano felt dizzy seeing Ludwig lying in his bed, waiting for him. He eventually followed, lying down right next to him. The cold didn't seem to affect him anymore. While the rain was still pouring down, it became less noticeable. The thunder and lightning was becoming more distant, less powerful. Even if they had been in the middle of a tsunami, he had Ludwig. As long as that was true, everything would be okay. He sighed in to darkness, the fear forgotten. Before Feliciano could lose himself completely, he remembered he had a question to ask.

"Ludwig? Are…" He paused, searching for the right words. "Are we dating?"

Even in the pitch-black darkness, it was clear Ludwig was blushing. "What do you think, Feliciano?"

"Well, I don't know! I don't know much about dating. I know people who are dating kiss and hold hands and call each other silly pet names and we do all of that. Maybe not the pet names, but it feels like we're dating!"

Ludwig hesitated. "Well, I…that settles it then, does it not?"

Feliciano's mind went back to movies he had seen. "But isn't one of us supposed to ask the other out? Like, make it official?"

Ludwig let out a short, quiet laugh that was more of a sigh. "Is that so?"

"I think so!"

Ludwig grabbed Feliciano's hand. "That can be arranged." He said. "Will you be my boyfriend, Feliciano?"

The feeling he got from hearing those words from Ludwig was better than any drug he could imagine. Feliciano's entire body came alive, joy reaching every cell like an electrical current. Finally, everything had made sense. All those emotions, all that pain, all that confusion was only paving the way for this very moment.

All his life he had waited for something like this. Not specifically for romantic love, but for someone he couldn't picture going one day without. Lovino and his Grandfather fit into that category, sure, but he wanted someone that chose him. Someone he had feelings for beyond a family bond, someone he would build a relationship with from the ground up.

"Yes, Ludwig!" He said finally. "I couldn't imagine anything better."

"Then it's settled, I suppose."

They kissed again, innocently and gently. When they stopped, Feliciano laid his head on Ludwig's chest, comforted by the rhythm of his heart. They fell asleep like that, listening to the sound of each other's breathing. Nothing could possibly make it anymore perfect. If there was a heaven, he couldn't imagine it being much better than this.

That night, Feliciano had a dream about the boy from his childhood. He dreamt he was a child again, running towards him in a field in Italy. The boy's face was hard to make out, his features blurred. Feliciano kept running, running towards the figure; but he never made it to him. The field seemed to stretch on forever, the boy growing more and more distant. After what seemed like an eternity, Feliciano was nearly close enough to reach out and grab his hand. But when he did, the boy faded away.

His eyes shot open. That was weird, he barely ever thought about that boy anymore. He had meant so much to him when they were children, but most of their time together had completely faded from his memories. All that was left was the occasional random flashback, consisting of a small snippet of some trivial moment. Feliciano was puzzled by the dream and wanted nothing more than to at least think it over. Still, his eyelids were heavy; Ludwig's steady breathing next to him acting as a lullaby. Feliciano resigned, closed his eyes again and surrendered to sleep.

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When Feliciano opened his eyes the next morning, it was hard to believe there had ever been a storm. The power was back on. The sun shined brightly through his bedroom windows and birds were chirping in the distance. Leftover water droplets ran down the glass, slowly evaporating in the light. Remnants of his dream were scattered in his thoughts, but the majority of the dream as well as his feelings towards it had been forgotten.

Ludwig was still sleeping. His arm was partially around Feliciano, who had woken up facedown with half his torso on Ludwig's chest. He smiled, rolled off of him, and landed on the bed with a plop. He reached over to him and lightly jostled his shoulder. "Wake up, Ludwig." He said quietly. "It's time to get ready for school."

His blue eyes slowly opened. Pushing his loose hair back where it belonged, he smiled. "Good morning, Feli."

Feliciano tilted his head. Only his grandfather and Lovino had ever called him that. "Feli?"

"You said something about silly pet names, right?" Ludwig yawned. Then he started to really wake up, the look in his eyes suggesting he was becoming more aware of himself. "Unless you don't like it." He said, looking away.
Feliciano ruffled his hair. "I love it!"

They got ready for school like a married couple would get ready for work. Tangled up in each other trying to use the mirror to brush their teeth, play fighting over who got to use the shower first, laughing and talking over breakfast, it was a domestic fairy tale. Ludwig moved about less rigidly. He walked around Feliciano's house as if it were his own, his movements fluid and effortless.

"I think it's about time I knew your birthday." Ludwig said shorty before they left. "I cannot believe I didn't ask earlier."

"It's March Seventeenth! That's…" Feliciano thought for a moment. "Three weeks from today, actually!"

"We will have to celebrate." He said, smiling ever so slightly. "Mine was back in October, on the third."

"I won't forget!" Feliciano said, making a mental note of the important date. "I promise!"

"I never believed you would." He said. "Now let's go, we'll be late."

Feliciano had never been so excited for his birthday.

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Lovino was confused.

His brother Feliciano was acting weird, weirder than he normally did. Maybe he wasn't talking to him enough. Maybe it was too much. Either way, it didn't take a genius to figure out that something was up. When he spoke to him, he never seemed to have anything to report. Even though what he did tell him was the very definition of mundane, he always sounded way too excited when he talked about it. On top of that, he kept asking him bizarre "hypothetical questions." He was used to his brother being a bit eccentric. He always had been. This was something new, however.

That kid is definitely hiding something. Lovino thought and he stood outside of the dorm building. He was smoking, a habit he had picked up shortly after he left home. He blamed his roommate, the Spanish bastard. But what could he possibly be up to?

Lovino was determined to get to the bottom of this. After all, he really didn't have much of a choice. Grandpa Roma had been very serious when he told him to take care of Feliciano when he went back to Italy. Feliciano was the baby of the family, despite the fact that he was a mere two years younger than Lovino. As the older one, the need to care for him was engraved in his soul.

"Hola Lovino!" A voice exclaimed.

Lovino sighed and rolled his eyes. There was no mistaking that voice. An olive skinned man was running towards him, his dark brown hair blowing in the wind. He was older than Lovino, having started college later in life. "What do you want, Antonio?"

"What, I can't even say hello to my own roommate?" Antonio leaned against the wall next to him. "You look concerned. Tell me, what is on your mind?"

Lovino took a drag of his cigarette. Usually, he would hesitate to tell Antonio anything personal. But now, the idiot was his only option. He sighed in resignation. "My brother is acting weird. I'm trying to figure out why."

"Is that so? How is he acting?"

"I don't know. Overly excited. Asking weird questions." He sighed, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I really don't think he's old enough to live alone, not to mention he's nowhere near mature enough. But there's no changing that now, and all I can do is call him."

Antonio nodded. "Si, si. I'm sure he's fine. You have told me about your brother, yes? You say he is a talkative one. Don't you think he would tell you if something was wrong?"

"I guess." Lovino stared into the distance. Feliciano was always a chatty one; that much was true. He didn't have much of a filter, either. If he thought something, he said it. Even so, Lovino couldn't remember a single time that he brought a friend home.

Antonio placed his hand on Lovino's shoulder. God, he was touchy. Why did he always have to be touching him? "You'll see him soon, Lovino. Even if you won't admit it to me, I know you miss him."

Antonio was right. Lovino did miss Feliciano. He missed him a whole awful lot. He missed the way he always found a way to cheer him up when he was upset, he missed his constant good mood, he even missed the way he was always humming some annoying tune. Still, he wasn't about to spill all of these sentiments to Antonio. The way Lovino saw it; his feelings were personal. This was the opposite for Feliciano, who preferred to wear his feelings on his sleeve.

Lovino pushed his feelings to the very back of his mind where they belonged. "Don't you have a class or something?"

Antonio's smile didn't budge. "Not for two hours."

"Of course it's not for two hours. Always time to bug me, right?" said Lovino.

Antonio threw his arm around him. "Don't be a brat. Come on, do you really just want to stand around here? How about we get some coffee?"

Lovino shrugged his shoulders in an attempt to get his arm off of him. "Later. I'm going to give Feliciano a call. I want to see if I can figure this out."

Antonio nodded. "I understand. Adios."

When his roommate walked away, Lovino pulled his phone out of his pocket. Usually, he waited until Feliciano called him. This time he decided not to bother waiting. He checked the time. It was past three, so he should be home from school by now. He was surprised when Feliciano didn't answer until the fourth ring.

"Pronto."

"Feliciano, it's me."

"Lovino! You never call me first! What made you decide to call me?" Feliciano's voice was filled with excitement.

Lovino drew his lips into a thing thin before speaking. "There's actually something I want to talk to you about."

"Oh? What is it?"

There was no point in beating around the bush. "You've been acting weird, Feliciano." He said. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Feliciano didn't say anything for a few moments. "Why do you think I'm acting weird? I don't think I'm acting weird, I think I'm acting normal!"

Lovino pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. This wasn't going to be easy. "Look, there's definitely something going on. You're so hyper lately."

"I'm always hyper!"

"I know. Believe me, I know. But you've been way more hyper recently." Lovino was trying and failing to find the right words. There really wasn't a way to describe how he'd changed, he just had. "Maybe not hyper. You've been…I don't know, Feliciano. You've been different."

"Nothing is different, Lovino." Feliciano said. Then he laughed. That was a clear sign this wasn't the honest truth. "I would tell you if something important happened!"

Lovino sighed. This was a wild goose chase. Feliciano was just as stubborn as he was energetic. If he didn't want to tell you something you could be damn sure he wasn't going to tell you. "I don't believe you, but whatever."

"Oh no, Lovino, are you mad?" asked Feliciano. "Please don't be mad! I'm sorry!"

The sadness in his voice was heartbreaking. Lovino sighed. "No, no. I'm not mad, just concerned for my little brother." He said. "You can tell me if something is wrong, alright? I'm your brother. It's my job."

"Ok, fratellone!" He said. "I promise!"

If something happened to Feliciano and Lovino wasn't aware, their grandfather would murder him. He'd held onto the boys like an iron vice since their mother died. The brothers had lived with their grandfather their entire lives, making do with their little makeshift family. Lovino had more memories of their mother than Feliciano, since Lovino had been two when she passed. These memories weren't reliable due to his age, but they were something.

"Alright, Feliciano. So how are you doing?"

"I'm doing wonderful! Everything is amazing!"

There he went again. It was great that everything was wonderful, but what was he getting himself into that made that true? "Really? What's going on?" asked Lovino.

"Well, nothing, but it's still really great!"

Lovino fought the urge to slam his head into the brick wall. "See? This is what I mean. You're so damn excited! You expect me to believe it's just for no reason?"

"Is happiness a crime now?" Feliciano said, his voice growing less excited. "I thought you'd be happy for me."

If there was one thing Feliciano was good at, it was pulling at his brother's heartstrings. How could he not with his sweet voice, innocent eyes and childlike sense of wonder? Even though Lovino was only two years older, he sometimes felt as if he was decades his brother's senior. He softened. Even if he was acting weird, it wasn't worth fighting over. "I'm sorry, Feli. I am happy for you. Just be careful."

"Yes sir!"

Lovino couldn't help but smile. "You're calling me 'sir' now? Come on, that's for grandpa."

"Oh well. How's college?"

"It's the same. Lots of studying, plenty of late nights." He said. He thought back to all the tests he should be studying for and grimaced. "How's school for you? Your grades better be good."

"Straight A's! Actually, no, I have two B's." Feliciano said.

"Great." Lovino smiled slightly. "I'm going to go now. Be careful fratellino."

"Right! I love you!"

"Yeah, same to you." Lovino felt suddenly uncomfortable. He did love his brother, but he'd never been one to say it. "Uh, bye then."

He hung up the phone and sighed. Feliciano was probably fine. Why wouldn't he be fine? Please god, let him be fine. He wished he could go visit him, but he needed to do well in college. Lovino remembered what his grandfather had told him when he left. The night before he'd gotten in the car and driven eight hours to this college, his grandfather had grabbed him by the shoulders and said "Do well, little one. It may be too late for my education, but I'll be damned if I let that stop you."

Roma's education had been cut short when he had their mother young. He was an honorable man who stayed by her side, something that couldn't be said about the man his daughter had chosen. He'd bolted the second she'd gotten pregnant for the second time. That filthy drunk, no one in the family had a single good thing to say about him. Lovino's memories of his father were faint, but in every single one he was either yelling or drinking. He was actually glad when he walked out.

As if sacrificing his education wasn't enough, their grandfather also had to abandon his art. He hadn't had the time. Raising a baby and toddler on his own left him swamped, his wife having passed due to illness. As time went on, he was thrilled that Feliciano had gotten that artistic gene. Lovino couldn't help but be jealous as he gushed over his paintings; always having a sneaking suspicion that his brother was Roma's favorite.

Eventually, Lovino matured. His jealously gave way to sympathy. He felt awful for his grandfather, having lost so much. He did the best he could to lighten his load, watching over Feliciano when he couldn't. At the same time, he had never looked up to anyone more. One day he wanted to be just as honorable, just as good of a man. Even if he couldn't live up to all he'd done, the very least he could do was prove his investment in his tuition was worth it. Still, his concern for Feliciano only grew by the day.

His train of thought was cut short when Antonio shoved a paper coffee cup in his hand. "I got you a cappuccino." He said and lit a cigarette. "How did the phone call go?"

Lovino thanked him, albeit grudgingly. "Dead end. He's not telling me anything."

Antonio took a sip of his own coffee. "Ah, he's at that age."

Lovino tossed his now unlit cigarette on the ground in front him before stomping it into oblivion. "Feliciano isn't a typical angst-filled teenager. He's always told me everything!"

"Getting angry won't solve anything. Think, what kind of thing would he not be comfortable talking to you about?"

Lovino paused. That was a good question, but nothing came to mind immediately. Feliciano wasn't one to hide things. Usually, he told Lovino everything and anything that popped into his head. If there was something so catastrophic that he couldn't tell him, Lovino wasn't sure if he wanted to know. "I'm not sure." He mumbled.

Antonio grinned. "Maybe he is seeing someone."

"Yeah, right. Feliciano never talks about girls. He's way too eccentric for them."

"Who says it has to be a girl?"

Lovino almost stopped breathing. Could Feliciano really be doing something like that? Then he came to his senses and laughed, feeling silly that he almost considered the possibility. "I think you're reaching, Antonio. If Feliciano was…into that, don't you think I'd know by now?"

Antonio shrugged. "You can never be sure. Love doesn't always play by the rules we set for ourselves."

"He is NOT seeing anyone!"

Antonio threw his hand up in defeat. "I'm only trying to help."

Lovino sucked in his cheeks. This was just like him, sticking his nose where it didn't belong. "Well you're not helping, bastard."

Amused by Lovino's outburst, he laughed. Lovino's blood boiled. This wasn't funny. Nothing about this was funny. With clenched teeth, he checked the time and sighed. "I have to go to class." He spat the words.

Antonio grabbed his arm before he had the chance to walk away. "Try not to be too upset. It'll work out." He said.

"Fine. Go study or something, you're too old to be in college. You don't want to fail another year." Lovino ripped his arm from his grasp, confused why he suddenly felt warmer. "Why do you think you know so much about love, anyway? Is it that Spanish passion or something?"

Antonio only smiled. If only he knew.

To be continued...