Isabella's POV

"Hey Isabella, can you hand me the remote?" I lean over and grab the remote control for the TV and hand it to Enzo. A small sigh escaping my lips. He takes it from my hand and starts channel surfing; nothing really good playing on any channel.

Enzo let's out a small sigh and places the remote back onto the small coffee table that's in front of us. I grab my phone and start scrolling through my social media, finding it more interesting than what's on the TV screen.

Currently the WWE were doing the UK tour and I was extremely desperate for a room mate. Everyone basically had a roomie but me.. and Enzo. So you could say I'm stuck with him till this tour is over; not that I'm complaining. Which I'm not. Enzo is fun to have around. We joke around here and there, occasional flirting which is odd for me. I'm always the shy and quite one. I guess Enzo just brings that side out of me.

I lock my phone and place it on the coffee table, resting my chin on my hand and let out a sigh. I get up from the couch and look at Enzo, "Do you want a drink or something?" He shakes his head no in response as I make my way towards the kitchen part of the room. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and open it, taking a few chugs from it. You never realise how thirsty you are until you actually have a drink. Did that make any sense at all? Who knows.

I look over at Enzo, admiring all of his perfect features. I lean against the counter just staring-looking, I mean, at him. I mean, how could you not look at him? He's just so good looking.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Enzo says, a smirk wide on his face. Oh, busted.

"Oh whoops, you caught me." I let out sarcastically. Well, that's new.

"Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we play a little game of Truth or Dare?" Enzo says with raised eyebrows and a giant smirk on his lips.

I just shrug my shoulders and nod my head, walking over towards the couch and plop down into it.

"Why not. Your going first though." Enzo just shrugs his shoulders, his smirk getting even wider. If that's even possible. He adjusts himself on the couch, trying to get comfortable. He prompts his elbow on the arm rest, looking at me with a smirk. And hello butterflies.

"Mm okay," His left hand rubs his beard as his smirk never disappears. Jesus Christ, can he at least just smile without meaning it? That smirk is seriously killing me right now, I swear to god... "Truth or dare?"

I make a thinking face, raising one eyebrow as I do so. "Truth." I say with full confidence. All that I know, his game of Truth or Dare could lead to a lil something something. If, you know what I mean. And if it does well I'm screwed... See what I did there?! No but seriously... not one guy has ever been in my pants. Man, it feels weird saying stuff like that. What is Enzo doing to me??

"Ooh, truth huh? Hmm..." Enzo sits up properly on the couch, now resting his elbows on his knees. I swear anything that he does is... why do I always have to think of him like this? Isabella, calm yourself girl. "How many guys have you dated?" Of course he'd ask something like that.

"Hmm, let me think..." I look up at the ceiling as I think about the question, soon looking down at my hands and counting off my fingers sarcastically. "At least 3." I shrug my shoulders and laugh at Enzo's expression.

His jaw dropped and eyes widen. Did he seriously think I'd been with more guys? "Three? Thr- Really?!" I nod my head at his question, trying my hardest to contain my laughter at his reaction.

"Yes, really. Jeez, it's not that shocking Enzo." A few more small chuckles left my mouth as a shook my head a little. "Alright," I clap my hands together and rub them a little. "Your turn." I say, a small smirk finding its way to my lips.

Enzo moves around in his spot, fixing up his jacket a couple of times as he waits somewhat patiently. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." He states smugly. If only I could think of a good dare...

"Okay... well, I dare you to run down the corridor of this floor yelling 'I'm a big fat idiot' while banging on everyone's door." The look on his face was all I needed to see. His eyes wide, his head shaking constantly from side to side.

"I'm not doing that!" His jersey accent thick.

"Oh but Enzo, you are." I say slowly, making sure he understood my words. "A dare is a dare." I smirk widely as I cross my arms across my chest, waiting to see if he actually has the balls to do the dare.

He sighs deeply and stands up with an exasperated "Fine." and walks towards the door, slowly opening the door. He looks over his shoulder, giving me pleading eyes. But all I do is wave my hands for him to get out the door and do the damn dare.

He tilts his head back and lets out a loud groan, something a child would do if they didn't get what they wanted. He reluctantly walked out the door and took a deep breath, and ran down the corridor, yelling at the top of his lungs and banging on people's door. I don't even need to see how ridiculous he looks.

Minutes later he came running back in, breathing heavily and slammed the door behind him. He turned around and faced me, an amused look on my face. He glared at me and made his way back to the couch. Oh how I'll never let this die down.

"I'm never doing that again. Ever." I raise my hands up in surrender, tiny quiet laughs escaping my mouth.

"Your fault for choosing dare."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I waves his hand at me like as if he was shooing me away. "Anyway, your turn now. Truth..." For some odd reason he decided to take a big dramatic pause. "or Dare?"

I shrug my shoulders, probably going to regret this decision. "Dare." Enzo smirks widely, his eyes lighting up a little. Oh god, this isn't going to be good. Why'd I have to choose dare?!

"I dare you, to," He starts leaning closer to me, his hot breath right on my ear. "Take your shirt off." I don't know if it's his accent but damn man, his voice is so hot. Wait... what did he just say?

"What?!" His smirk widens.

He looks deep into my eyes. "I said, I dare you to take. Off. Your shirt." He repeated, his voice getting deeper as he spoke.

I could feel my face heating up. Yep, defiantly a deep blush there.

I smile shyly, looking down at my shirt. I take a deep breath as my fingers touch the hem of my shirt. I look up at Enzo and sure enough, he was watching me. I smirk slightly, slowly lifting my shirt up and eventually took it off. I throw the shirt onto the floor and lean back against the arm of the couch,meta bing a cushion and cover my chest.

"Alright your turn." I brought Enzo out of his trance. A small blush visible on his face. "Truth or dare?" I could feel my smirk come back, being very visible to him.

"Dare- no wait truth...no, dare."

"Jesus, make up your damn mind Zo!" I chuckle softly, moving closer to him. Yep, I'm really sure Enzo brings out another side of me. A side of me I didn't know. "Okay then Zo, I dare you to," I tilt my head to the side a little as I bring my bottom lip in between my teeth. "Take off your shirt AND your pants."

His response was something I was actually expecting. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled smugly. He stood up from the couch, not even hesitating to take off his clothing. As soon as his pants hit the floor, my cheeks started going red and my teeth digging deeper into my lip.

He snapped his fingers in front of my face, bringing me out of my trance. "My face is up here, sweetheart." HIs husky voice said, making the butterflies that just suddenly appeared in my stomach go crazy.

"Y-yeah. I know...that." I licked my lips, moistening them a little as they had been getting a dry. Enzo looks deep into my eyes. Without even realising it, our lips were slightly touching, causing the blush to rise on my cheeks and the butterflies to go even more crazy.

Within a moment, Enzo had crashed his lips onto mine, causing me to freeze for a second, but after a couple of seconds I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingertips slightly touching my skin causing me to shiver a little. Our lips moves in perfect sync, making me melt into it more. His fingers dig into my hips a little. His tongue fights against mine. A couldn't help but let out a little moan into it. Like I said, he drives me crazy.

Enzo slowly pulls away, letting us catch our breaths. I looked into his blue eyes which had been darkened with lust and.. love? "How about we take this to the bedroom?" He says huskily, smirking slightly.

I bite down on my lip now looking away from his eyes. Suddenly, all my confidence had disappeared as soon as 'bedroom' was mentioned. I noticed him look down at me and his smirk had vanished. "What's wrong? Was is something I said?"

"No. No it wasn't. It's just... uh," My hands stay around his neck, keeping him close to me. Cause honestly, I don't want him leaving my side. "I'm a virgin." I avoid his eyes, looking anywhere but at him.

It was when he gently took ahold of my chin and pulled my face towards his. I took a good look into his eyes and saw that nothing had changed in them. Still filled with lust and a hint of love. Nope, love was defiantly there.

"Hey, I don't care if your a virgin or not. We all started out like that. Nothing wrong with it." Now I'm starting to realise why I like this guy.

I brought my bottom lip back between my teeth and looked into his eyes. "Okay," I whispered. "Just...please be gentle with me."

"I'd hate myself if I'd hurt you." He smiles softly, moving away my hair that was in my face. I felt his hands move under my body, gently picking me up and holding me close to his body. He walks us towards the bedroom, swiftly opening the bedroom door and gently places me down on the bed.

I notice him close the door and lock it for some odd reason. But I wasn't complaining.

He came crawling back over towards the bed and layer next to me, pulling me close to him. He leaned down towards my ear and whispered, "I promise you, this will be a night you won't forget."

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Soz if the ending is shit. My writing has been off the rocks lately so...yeah.