DRUNK KISSES

CHAPTER 39: DRUNK KISSES

When they arrived home, Zamiel bid his farewell.

“Are you not going to sleep here?” She asked, while unbuckling her seatbelt.

She looked at him. It just that Italia had gotten used to the fact that Zamiel is always around. He was always there the moment she woke up.

“Not really, I still have some papers left to do in the office, but don’t worry, I’ll visit again tomorrow.” He reassured her.

It was Zamiel, who first went out to open the door on her side. Italia mouthed a low thanks before facing the latter.

“So, I guess this is where we part ways.” She chuckled. “Take care, Zam—”

But she was stopped, when Zamiel closes the gap between them, and planted a soft lingering kiss on her forehead.

“Goodbye, Italia.” He smiled, turning his back, while she stood frozen.

It wasn’t new, but Italia was still taken aback by his action.

“G—goodbye.” She cleared her throat.

She stood there, watching Zamiel’s care disappear. When it does, she turn her back to get inside of the