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I woke up feeling a bright light on my face, it was warm so I assumed it was the sun. I rubbed my eyes before opening them. I yawned, laying down for a few minutes, resting. I opened my eyes again and noticed the wall paper. This wasn't my room.

All I could remember from the night before was seeing Harry. I tried to move backwards only to realise I was against someone's chest. My hand went under the blanket. I could feel something on my hip. It was a hand. I gasped quietly, immediately moving my hand out the blanket.

Oh dear Lord! I had slept with someone!

I was too scared to look down to see myself naked. I wasn't going to turn around either. I didn't want to face the person.

I blinked back tears. I wasn't supposed to lose my virginity like this. Get married then have sex. I covered my eyes, wiping tears away. I started quietly saying the Lord's prayer over and over again. My eyes were shut as I prayed. I heard a groan behind me but I chose to ignore that. I kept praying.

I had the feeling that someone was watching me. Someone was leaning over me, the hand was no longer over my waist. I slowly stopped praying biting my chapped lip and and preparing to open my eyes.

I moved, now laying on my back. The person was literally leaning over me, their arms on either side of me. I whimpered quietly before opening them to lock eyes with hazel ones.

"Good morning,"

I screamed, kicking his crotch before leaping out the bed. He was on the bed, clutching his crotch, his eyes squeezing shut as he cussed under his breath. I looked down. I was wearing clothes. I was wearing clothes! I squealed, closing my eyes and thanking God.

So I hadn't slept with him.

I moved towards the person, realising what I had done to him. I gasped, "I am so sorry!" One hand was on his crotch and one was covering his face. I wasn't sure on what to do. I saw a mini fridge next a drawer and opened it to see a beer bottle. I placed it over his crotch and he took it, laying it over his jeans. He was groaning, I instantly felt bad.

He slowly sat up, holding the beer bottle to his crotch then uncovering his face. I almost immediately moved away from him, covering my mouth as tears came in my eyes. "Oh my gosh," I whispered, my back on the wall. "Vincenzo?"

He groaned once more, looking up at me. "Mia." God, I loved the way he said my name, how it rolled off his tongue but that didn't matter at that moment. A sob escaped my mouth, my face crumpled like a scrunched up piece of paper.

He stood up, about to come closer when I stopped him with my other hand, my palm facing him. "Mia. Please don't cry." I shook my head rapidly, moving around the room and going to the door. I jogged down the corridor, realising this was a hotel. I was shaking slightly. I ran down the stairs and into the hotel foyer.

His hand pulled my back. I spun facing him. Anger burst through me, I lifted my arm, slapping him hard on his cheek. So hard that his face turned to the side and my hand tingled. He rubbed his cheek, letting out a short chuckle as I stared at him in anger. When he turned to look at me, I wiped my eyes. I then wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly while sobbing. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back and not saying anything.

My ex took me to a small cafe on the end of the block. We both sat in the corner. I was stirring my latte with my spoon before sipping it, the warm, sweet liquid falling down my throat. I watched him, his eyes were down, concentrating on the movement of his coffee. We were both waiting for one of us to say something. It was a slightly awkward but comfortable silence.

He still looked the same. Sharp jawline and cheekbones. Dark brown messy hair and a short stubble. A muscular figure and very tall. He was still handsome and attractive. I started to remember why I loved him.

"Mia," he said, his hazel eyes gazing into mine. I licked my lips, "Vince?" He used to love it when I called him Vince though at first he didn't. Everyone else called him Vincenzo but I didn't. Never called him by his full name.

Vince had trust issues when we first started liking each other. He was an angry man when I met him, he had walls up that needed to be broken. When I called him Vince the first time, he had me pushed against the wall, his hand around my throat. I thought he was going to kill me but then he kissed me. I could still remember how good the kiss was.

"I. .we need to talk." I nodded, feeling awkward, "I know," I said softly, looking deeply into his eyes. "I . . I. ." He was fiddling with his coffee. I gave him a small smile to encourage him to talk. He sighed, leaning forwards.

"I miss you."

When those three words came out his mouth my chest suddenly felt tight, I found it hard to breathe. Because I was such a stupid, stupid person, I replied with, "I've moved on, Vince."

He blinked multiple times, nodding and gave me a weak smile. "I understand," he acknowledged, sipping his coffee.

Why, Mia? Why did you say that?

"But is that why you kissed me last night? Or why you hugged me earlier?"

I felt as though I had been slapped in the face. He was right, though. If I had really moved on I wouldn't of hugged him. I came to realise that last night, in my drunken state I kissed him.

Dammit!

I shrugged, drinking a bit of my latte. "It was a moment of weakness. Nothing more," he nodded, his face unconvinced. I looked him in the eye and said, "I don't love you anymore, Vincenzo."

I hated how harsh I sounded, I wanted him to feel pain. I wanted him to understand how I felt when he cheated on me. I had rage bubbling inside me, fighting to come out.

He chuckled, leaning forward even more. "See mia cara, I don't believe you." I raised an eyebrow, "believe what you want." I drank a bit more of my latte, leaning back.

"I will win you back."

I blinked at those words, my heart pounding against my chest, so hard that it hurt. I wasn't sure how I felt st this. Happy? Sad? Angry? It was a bit of both but strangely mostly happy. I didn't show him that of course. As dumb as I was I said, "You cheated on me Vince. You broke my heart, crushed my soul." His face fell, sadness covering him.

Tears came into my eyes, "you hurt me so bad. You told me you weren't ever going to hurt me and you did!" I exclaimed, rage coming out. "You hurt me Vince. So, so bad. Do you know how long I spent crying myself to sleep? Do you know?" He shook his head, tears now forming in his eyes.

I had never seen Vince look so upset as he did now. He never cried. When we were together, he never showed his emotions. He found that bit hard too. I was now hurting him, I couldn't help it. He deserved it.

"Months, Vincenzo! Months. We were suppose to get married! Marriage is for life! You clearly weren't committed." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "I gave everything to you. I defended you when people talked trash about you, I almost lost my family to stay with you, I gave you my heart, my soul, my life. You threw it all away for that woman!" I exclaimed, close to yelling. "Most of all I loved you. So, so much. I was prepared to share my life with you forever," I wiped the tears that were streaming down my face. "What did I do?" I asked quietly, my voice cracking. "What did I do to deserve this, Vincenzo?" My voice was shaky, "did I say something wrong? Did I not cook your meal right? Did I talk to someone you hated? Because no matter how much I try and think of what I had done, nothing came to mind. So you tell me, Vince. What did I do to hurt you?"

Tears were now running down his face, he looked at me with sadness. "Nothing, Mia. Nothing. You loved me and I hurt you. I'm so. .I'm so sorry. I'll do anything, bambina. Anything to make it right. Please, give me a second chance. I love you so much." I shook my head, wiping my tears. "I need to use the restroom."