"No." I deadpan, tugging on his wrist in a failed attempt to drag him to another section.
He grins down at me, staying firmly in place and resting his cheek on top of my head, ultimately forcing me to stare at the monstrous cushion. "It's for Jasmine." He defends, looking at the fucking rainbow poop emoji pillow with several other food emojis on it.
Jasmine as in our cat. That he bought. Without telling me. And then woke me up with her. At 8 AM.
Oh! And she's named after my fucking dad.
I thought my dad's and Luca's relationship was just polite bonding at first, friendly brunch where they passive aggressively talked about business. But no.
They went shopping together. Went to the range together. Sparred together. All in the course of one week, the time it's been since dinner at the mansion.
Sometimes I'm afraid I'm gonna walk in on them brushing each other's hair or signing up for synchronized swimming together.
And here Luca is, furniture shopping for our penthouse that he somehow managed to find within a few mere days, safe, convenient, and really fucking nice. Well, in theory this is what he should be doing.
Somehow he has managed to find the most heinous creations in Anna Casa, claiming each time he needs it for Jasmine's room.
Yes, she has a whole room.
I wrench out of his grasp, bolting for the coffee tables section, the writing pad of everything we need to order in my hand.
Not including the billions of repulsive emoji-themed items that he loves to use to fuck with me. I feel warm lips press at my temple and look up from my pad, eyes meeting the looming figure above me, sparkling gray irises looking back at me.
He kisses the very top of my nose, circling his arms back around me and looking at the list. "Done?"
I nod, leaning forward to connect our lips briefly, aware of the snoopy saleswoman peering over the register, but Luca has different plans, spearing his fingers into my hair and plunging his tongue into my mouth.
Rustling behind a nearby desk catches my attention, and I have to push him away, barely mustering it in myself to do so. Breathless, I lick my lips, eyes still focused on his, watching the way he slowly licks them. His hands skim down my sides, sliding just along my stomach.
The smooth touch is a reminder of the empty burning sensation there, the scarce lunch coming back to pinch me in the ass.
"There's a Thai place a couple of minutes away from here." He murmurs because of course he notices.
"Mk." I yawn, dropping my arms from around him to fold the list neatly and slipping it in my coat pocket.
Blunt, callused fingers softly brush against the nape of my neck. "We'll have an early night tonight after you eat. Wanna order?"
I nod, stretching my arms up high, and grab Luca's hand when they lower back down and pull him towards the door.
I shove the note pad into my coat pocket with my free hand, just barely registering the camera flashes before I'm outside and they become all the more real.
They've been on our asses since the fight, following us more often than not, pictures appearing on the internet I didn't even know were being taken.
