𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐝

18

valentina 

My eyes are yet again glued to his back as he moves around the kitchen.

"You're staring again." He chimes from in front of me, without even turning around.

"Fuck off." I groan, leaning my head down onto the cool marble and trying my best not to smack him when he ruffles my hair.

He's getting on my last nerve.

And he better know I haven't forgotten about that little stunt he pulled the other day.

Oh no, I'm just waiting for the perfect time to get him back.

Matteo comes in front of me, placing both of our plates on the table.

He made us pancakes.

I poured us some orange juice. I somehow managed to spill a little cause I zoned out but we're not gonna talk about that.

"Let's go out today. Get some fresh air?" Matteo's voice breaks the comfortable silence that we have fallen into and I tilt my head.

I do need to get out of the house.

"Sure, where were you thinking?"

"You'll see." He says smiles, picking up our empty plates and I roll my eyes following after him.

"Or you could just just tell me."

"Where the fun in that?" He taps my nose with his finger and I glare up at him.

Ever since the other day he's taken every opportunity he has to touch me. Not anything big, more like subtle brushes and taps here and there.

Every time he does it, it sends a jolt through my body and it's getting to the point where I can't blame it on surprise anymore.

"The beach." I stare out at the beach ahead.

It's a dark day today, it's clouded over and dull but I don't mind since it's not really cold.

Matteo turns the engine off and we both get out of the car.

For some reason it's deserted, the only sound being the quite crash of the ocean waves as they tumble to the shore.

I forgot just how much I love the ocean.

"Let's go down." He appears beside me and places a heavy arm around my shoulder to drag my forwards.

As we walk I focus on our legs as they slowly fall into sync with each other. The floor beneath changes from concrete to sand and we slip off our shoes, carrying them beside us.

We stop once we reach some random spot and Matteo lays a towel down for us both to sit on.

"You like the ocean don't you." I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder, sighing as I feel him twirling the ends of my hair.

It's crazy how comfortable I've become around him so quickly. When I'm around him everything I do seems to be on autopilot and I don't have to worry, even though I do sometimes, about how I act around him because I know that he doesn't judge or even care that much.

For a mafia leader he's far too nice and forgiving.

"You don't?" He returns in question.

"Of course I do."

"Wanna go for a swim?" Lifting my head off of his shoulder, I study his expression.

He's dead serious.

"You're joking, right?"

"I don't joke sweetheart." Reaching his hand up, he tries to ruffle my hair but I move away last second, making him roll his eyes.