Fortunately, I was completely covered by the duvet of Enzo's bed when Antonio burst into the room, but Enzo was not so fortunate. I pretended to be asleep, really not wanting to be part of this morning reunion.

"DUDE! Put it away!" yelled Antonio, causing Enzo to groan and pull the duvet so it just covered his manhood.

"Bro, that tattoo, you gotta get it removed," he pointed at the one of Natale's name, in a heart, under his pec.

"I'll get it done today."

"Soooooo, brother got lucky!"

"I did indeed," chuckled Enzo, "because she is one of the kindest, cleverest, most beautiful girls I have ever met, she lights up my heart and my life." Wow, okay, that was cute.

"She lights up all our lives, she really is something. I'm happy for you," and with that Antonio left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Enzo turned over, pulling me in closer to spoon him, whispering in my ear "you're bad at pretending to sleep you know." I hit him.

"I am asleep," I complained.

"People who are asleep don't hit people and then reply to what they said." So I pretended to snore loudly, causing him to start laughing. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Get that fucking tattoo removed, or the only thing you're going to do with me, is watch me pack my shit up and leave."

"Damn babe, you got a mouth on you huh. It's going asap, promise."

"Asap better be today."

"It is."

"Good, also, next time, lock the damn door." Then as a little thank you, I went under the duvet and started to suck his dick. When he came, I swallowed, I'm no quitter, and spitters are quitters, according to Laura back in London.

"What did I ever do to deserve you?" asked Enzo, as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face.

"You won't have me till you have that tattoo gone, I hope you realise that."

"Possessive little princess you are aren't you, and I thought I was the possessive one." Enzo kissed my lips softly, and got up out of bed, announcing that it was time for breakfast.

"Believe me when I say I don't cook, but I know many men cook breakfast for their ladies after a night of fun, and I want to do that for you too!" well that's romantic. I sat on one of the stools at the island and watching him work. When I tell you he is a bad cook, I mean a really bad cook. Not bad in a cute way, not pretending to be bad, actually awful.

"Damn Enzo, you finally get the girl and you go and try to poison her the next day!" exclaimed Antonio as he walked into the room. I laughed, but Enzo looked angry. Ant walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulder, whispering stories about how awful Enzo's cooking it, causing me to giggle. Enzo still looked angry, maybe angrier than before. He turned around, slammed a plate of food on the table, breaking the plate in half, and went off in a huff, which only made Ant and I uncontrollably laugh, to the point I even snorted, which made Ant laugh more, and me go red.

I tried the food. He had tried to make pancakes, but they tasted overwhelmingly floury, like he put the whole bag of flour in there and barely anything else. They also tasted slightly... salty, and there was pepper in them, did he add salt and pepper to pancakes? Of course they didn't cook well at all, and broke in tiny pieces when he tried to flip them over, causing them to break into many little bits, serving me a half-raw, slightly seasoned pancake. After my courtesy bite, I offered it over to Antonio.

"I've barely got the taste out of my mouth from the last time he 'cooked', I'll pass," he laughed. I put the pancake aside, on a non-broken plate, and put it in the fridge, in case Enzo wanted to try any of his concoction first before we chucked it out, then I got out the ingredient for pancakes, and began making a huge batch of batter. I cooked each one perfectly evenly, adding them all to a plate of pancakes getting increasingly tall that I was keeping in the warming oven. When I had used all the batter, I called for the boys, who all practically ran down the stairs, following the smell of fresh pancakes.

"Damn Kat, something smells good!" exclaimed Pascal at the ran into the room, followed by Stef, then Ant, Dante, and finally Enzo. The walls of Enzo's bedroom aren't exactly soundproof, so I assumed everyone knew we had done the deed last night, and if they hadn't heard it, that Ant would've told them all. I was also wearing Enzo's white button-up shirt, another strong sign, although I did wear his clothes a lot before when I didn't have many of my own. My suspicions were confirmed when I noticed them each slap Enzo in the back as a sign of congratulations, and then wink at me.

Enzo was still in a huff about Ant and I making fun of his cooking, and I offered him back his own fresh pancake that was in the fridge, if he felt too annoyed to eat mine. He instantly jumped out of his huff, grabbing a plate and heaping pancakes onto it, along with the other boys. I offered a bite of Enzo's 'pancake' to the other boys, who began making fun of his cooking again, causing us all to laugh hysterically, and me even snorting three times! God, I need to get that under control. At least it made Enzo smile.

The next day, as promised, Enzo took me round all his favourite places in Florence. We walked, hand in hand around the Gallerie Degli Uffizi, looking around all of the beautiful sculpture and paintings for the Middle Ages to the modern period, especially admiring the masterpieces from the Renaissance period that were proudly displayed. Then he took me round the Piazzale Michelangelo, which has the best panoramic view of Florence, whilst also being decorated with copies of Michelangelo's sculptures. The view was absolutely stunning, I had never seen it in the daytime, and I was breathless. We walked round the Basilica of Santa Croce and the Catterdrala di Santa Maria del Fiore, both stunning churches. After that we made our way to the Palazzo Vecchio, which was right next to the gardens I had gone round on my date with David, and I was half expecting Enzo to completely avoid them, but surprised when he led me in.

"Now, I was watching David walk you round here, and he just took you to all the basic landmarks statues, which are beautiful, but my favourite are the ones hidden away," he said, leading me round the garden, pointing out all of the beauty around. I saw it in a completely different light, really capturing the essence of beauty that lay in these stunning gardens.

We immersed ourselves in the markets of Piazza Santo Spirito, and I found a beautiful, old, silver hip flask, with intricate engravings, sneakily buying it and hiding it in my bag to give to Enzo later. I spotted the most gorgeous pair of earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet. The earrings were made of four of the blue tourmaline stone (a gorgeous, sea-blue stone), each stone attached together by a golden link, dropping down vertically. The necklace was a similar style, with a gold chain, and the pendant was two of the tourmaline stones, attached together, falling vertically. Finally, the bracelet was five of the stones that wrapped around, attached by a gold chain. I fell in love with them, and the man behind the market stall knew I was interested, telling me they would be 100 euros. Just as I was about to hand the money over to him, Enzo grabbed my hand.

"These are fake," he said. The market-man looked hurt.

"No- no- sir, 1000% real, that is a Marioso promise," said the man, I'm guessing his name is Marioso.

"They are worth barely twenty euros," argued Enzo, and they went back and forth, haggling the price further and further down.

"Fine, 25 euros, take it or I sell to someone else," stated Marioso.

"Take it!" I squealed, handing the money over before Enzo could continue. I didn't have any jewellery on already; I don't usually wear much anyway, so I put on my new purchases, which I thought was stunning, but Enzo looked annoyed, muttering that they were fake, and not worth the amount I paid for them. He led me out of the market, and down the high street, pulling me into a rather ornamental jewellery shop.

"Choose anything you want," Enzo said, as he sat me in one of the soft velvet chairs in the pink and white boutique.

"This will be way too expensive Enzo!" I complained.

"If you don't know the price, you don't have to worry," he smiled, holding my cheek in his large tattooed hand, adorned with rings of different shapes and sizes. I still grumbled, but I remembered the last time I rejected one of his gifts and he got so angry I ran away, sleeping the night in a horse barn; I'm allergic to horses...

"When you said choose anything I want, that makes it sound like it is ONE item of jewellery, this is a ridiculous amount of jewellery for one woman!" I protested, but Enzo was having absolutely none of it as he packed the bags into the car. I did choose one piece, the least glamourous thing in there, that also looked the cheapest: a silver chain with a silver butterfly pendant, made of swirly hearts. Enzo, knowing what I was up to, spoke to the lady in the boutique, who may I add, was so obviously flirting with him, to gather a whole heap of the most gorgeous pieces of jewellery, as I sat in my chair, arms folded, in a huff.

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Thank you so so much for reading!

I liked this chapter, because it just seems like pure real emotion, and I love the playfulness between Enzo and Kat, but also them and the boys. What do you think?

Hope you are staying safe in lockdown! <3