She rolled her eyes as he went on his rant for her rejection of a kiss. “Vincenzo…” She began, her voice a confusing mix of soft and harsh, "What do you think?..." Was it truly so strange of her to allow him to touch her but not kiss her? There was no necessity for a kiss and a kiss was too soft, too loving, it would complicate everything between them and brand them as lovers but they were not lovers, they couldn’t be lovers, no matter what. Just like they could never go back to their friendship and become Amani and Vinne like before. She wanted to move on from their friendship, to cut the strings of what they used to be, but she didn’t want to be lovers- she thinks. After all was something different.
A kiss was something she couldn’t take back. It wasn’t like the way he touched her, the way his hands found her waist, her wrist, the back of her neck—it wasn’t fleeting, wasn’t just a moment stolen in frustration or something they could brush off in the morning. A kiss would mean admitting
to something she wasn’t ready to name. And yes, she knows and remembers they had shared a kiss when he was hiding behind a mask, but this was different, this would be different. “Don’t tell me you’re going to cry over a small kiss? We can fuck without the romances, it’s boring,” She said, knowing what she really wanted to say it was that it was scary. She could fuck him without strings attached, after all, sex was just sex, nothing and she supposed a kiss too would be nothing, but it was just different, there was a certain level of romance in a kiss, at least in her opinion.
She was about to say more, but then he had began speaking, asking her what he wanted and then calling her a traitor. He was quiet, but not in the way she wanted him to be. His silence now was heavy, weighed down with something that felt almost like grief. She refused to name it that. Vincenzo didn’t do grief, he did anger, he did recklessness. He set things on fire and walked away from the flames like he had never even touched the match. And yet, here he was, looking at her as if she had put the first crack in something inside of him, something he thought was indestructible.
And maybe she had.
" A traitor?” Interesting, if only he knew why she had truly abandoned him. Oh Vincenzo, how ignorant you are. “You want me to tell you what I want, Vincenzo" Her voice was measured, almost teasing, but there was no real amusement in it. "“I want you to stop acting like I stole something from you. Don’t be a kid” She stepped closer, gaze locked on his, unflinching. “If you had somewhere better to be, you’d be there. I’m not going to beg you to stay, if you want to go, go” She yawned.