Killed On Purpose

2

I had jinxed the weather that morning.

It wasn't supposed to rain for the next week or so, but it was now pouring outside. Any negotiable errands we had to do today before flying tomorrow had to be postponed until we got back or not done at all. With nothing else to do, Lazzaro and I agreed on making a delicious pasta dish and enjoy it with some red wine.

Well, Lazzaro took care of the cooking while I poured the wine and set the table.

We had been dating all this time and I still hadn't learned how to cook properly—if you didn't count salads, that is. Lazzaro was always happy to do it so I let him do it. Everything he cooked or baked was beyond delicious anyway. Even the fungi pasta now.

Usually, after dinner, Lazz would go in his office and finish up some work from the university, but he freed himself this time because of the trip so we used this short evening to relax before meeting my chaotic family.

Tangled into each other's arms, we laid on the comfortable sofa in the living room, a horror movie running in the background and slightly overshadowing our murmurs.

"You think Vince will be there?" Lazz asked out of nowhere, ultimately ending our previous conversation of the ending of Game of Thrones, so I leaned back a little to get my face out of the crook of his neck, and pondered.

Remembering mum said Chris wanted a big party so he'd get more presents, I nodded. "I think so. Almost everyone will be there so Vince is probably coming with Erica."

"Good, because he owes me a Call of Duty game."

My immediate answer to that was to groan dramatically and let my head fall near his neck again. He smelled delicious. "Lazz, come on. It's been going on for a year, baby. Let it go." the rest of the words came out muffled, but he heard me because his snort vibrated his chest a heartbeat later.

"He says I can't beat him, tiger," he replied, almost pouting, as if that was absurd, and instinctively pulled me closer to him. I couldn't believe him, though. They had been acting like little children for a whole year just because Vince poked him and made fun of him that he couldn't beat him. I told Vince to let it go, too, because Lazz was stubborn, but he said it was too entertaining to watch him struggle and get angry.

Whatever floats their boats, I guess.

"And you made it a goal of yours to play at least one game everytime you see each other?" Lazz disregarded my sarcastic tone and nodded. I couldn't help but chuckle.

A comfortable silence fell after that. We both liked to cuddle, but lately we had both been busy so the cuddling was brought to a bizarre minimum. There were days when we barely ate dinner together. He was busy with his job and going to seminars, and I was working long hours at the atelier. Now that I was opening my own workshop, I hoped that we could spend more timer together after I set my own work schedule.

Lazzaro shifted around and brought his lips to my forehead, landing a gentle kiss and hugging me even tighter.

"I love you," his murmur warmed up my body and my lips stretched out in an instinctive smile. Yet, even though we sometimes didn't see each other, I never doubted his love toward me.

"I love you, too,"

***

We spent our morning in a hurry.

Our bags were packed before hand, but we had managed to fall asleep on the sofa as we cuddled last night. Thankfully, Lazzaro's alarm blasted an hour before our flight so we ran from one end to the other end of the apartment, making sure the electricity was off and everything else tidied up.