| 25 | It's Just A Kiss

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“Ti serve una mano?” [Do you need help?]

“No.” I give Paolo a smile and put down the last box, the second biggest one containing my shoes and some old paperbacks. “Grazie ancora.” [Thanks again.]

“Prego. Vado.” [Welcome. I'll head out.]

“Molto grazie, Pao.” [Thanks a lot.]

“Chiamami se ti serve qualcosa.” [Call me if you need anything.] Still in his black shirt and jeans, Paolo waves at me briefly and walks down the stairs, probably about to dispose of the boxes in the kitchen the movers forgot to throw out.

Half an hour later, I'm still organizing my clothes and books into Dominico's old closet and wooden shelf. I still have a few more boxes in the corner to unpack. But tonight's not gonna be another sleepless night.

It also helps that this place isn't far from the country club. Like Dominico said, it's not even a half-hour drive. 45 minutes if traffic's bad.

Although I know he's busy with work, I still feel kinda disappointed that he didn't show up for