Killed On Purpose

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"Five more minutes, Lazz. Please," I whined and covered my head with the white duvet. Even covered, I could still hear him chuckle from where he sat at the foot of the bed. And even covered, I could still hear the morning traffic of Paris just outside our apartment.

Our. That still sounds foreign to my lips when I say it.

"We're going to be late, tiger. Come on," he fidgeted with the hem of the cover until he picked up the end of it and slithered himself beneath it and came on top of me. I couldn't help but giggle as he kissed my stomach and made his way up and up until he reached my lips.

"If you keep that up, you'll be the one making us late." I tell him just before he landed another kiss on my lips. Lazz chuckled, but he knew I was right so he backed off and got off the bed, leaving me shiver without the cover.

It was autumn and autumn in Paris was... Well, it was beautiful, but also too wet. When it rained, it poured and it wasn't like they portrayed it in the movies. The autumn fashion, though, was immaculate here for this type of weather and season, and I was too excited about it.

"So, we have to go to the school so you can leave some papers, then buy a present for Christopher, buy that ridiculous vase mum told us about and get brunch?" I counted all the things we had to do to Lazzaro while I put on the black stockings.

"Yes and meet with Mara about your atelier." he added and I nodded, disbelieving how I could've forgotten that. I was finally completing my dream of opening an atelier of my own and I forgot about the meeting with Mara, the girl who was helping me decorate it.

I put on the black cotton shorts, then the beige sweater and tucked it inside the shorts. Lazz was already fully dressed so he was quietly sipping on his usual morning espresso when I went to the kitchen.

"You're looking beautiful today," he smiled after bringing the cup down.

"You say that every morning, Lazz,"

"And I will keep on saying it."

I smiled at his cute answer and went around the kitchen table to give him a kiss on his lips, even despite the taste of coffee on his tongue. When I pulled away, Lazz laughed at the expression I made because of the coffee, but only took the cup and sipped one more time just out of my spite. He knew I hated coffee.

"How can I get you to stop drinking coffee?" I cried out dramatically and brought my boots to the chair in the kitchen, sat on it and began putting the black knee high boots on. Lazz only shrugged.

"I'll stop drinking coffee when they invent something else that has the same efect."

I stuck my tongue out to his sarcastic reply. "Smarty pants."

"This smarty pants," he put the now empty mug in the sink and walked to where I was then crouched down. "loves you even if you don't love him when he drinks coffee."

My reaction was to gape in exaggerated shock at him. "I never said I don't love you because of the coffee," his answer was only to kiss my nose, chuckle and stand up, showing that he was only joking. Once he was to his full height Lazzaro straightened the collar of his button up shirt underneath his navy sweatern and sent a curious look my way.

"You ready?" he asked me once I zipped up the boots and stood up. I gave him a quick nod and put on my coat that was sprawled on the couch. Lazzaro did the same and, not long after, we found ourselves in the streets of Paris.

It had rained yesterday and the streets were already wet and with random puddles here and there, but thankfully this morning the sky was clearer and no droplets of rain made their presence known.