𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐲-𝐓𝐰𝐨|Crazy

It's midnight and I want cupcakes so I'm making them. I'm also out of my cast thankfully which makes this whole baking shit a lot easier. I had my earphones in, swaying my hips to the music as I stir the batter in the bowl.

I didn't even notice anyone coming into the kitchen until I felt two strong arms around my waist. I take one of my earphones out and look over my shoulder to be met with a familiar pair of green eyes.

"Amo il modo in cui muovi i fianchi su di me, amore mio." He whispers lowly into my ear, placing his hands on my hips.

(I love the way you move your hips on me, my love)

I turn around, take my earphones out and wrap my arms around his neck. My hips continue to move with the music and so does his. Grinning, he holds  both of my hands in his and I laugh when he pulls me towards him, swaying his hips with mine as our feet move in sync.

Who knew that this man could do the bachata?

He brings his face closer to mine and smirks against my lips. Just as he was about to connect his lips with mine, I grabbed a handful of flour from the side and throw it at his face.

He paused for a moment and glared at me before grabbing some flour from the side with a smirk plastered across his lips. I squealed and ran away but he caught me by my waist, pulling me to his hard chest.

Then he threw the flour at me with a giant smile on
his handsome face. He's lucky I love him.

"Ace Gonzales Del Rosso!" I huffed, shaking the flour off my head.

"You started it, mi amor." He scoffs then has the fucking audacity to ruffle his hair so now all of the flour that was on him is now on me.

"I look like casper the ghost." I groan, glaring at him.

"Comunque è ancora una bella ragazza." He says, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing the tip of my now pink nose.

(Still a pretty girl though)

The way he speaks Italian has me feeling some type of way. So smooth and fluent.

A smile grazes my lips as I get rid of the flour in his hair and on his face. Once I'm done, I trail my fingers through the back of his hair and bring his face down to mine. He moves his hands down to my ass and kisses me slowly. Like he was savouring this moment just like I was.

I peck his lips and pull away from him. I take the cupcakes out of the oven and sit myself on top of the kitchen counter.

"Come here." I say quietly.

He walks over to me and stands in between my legs, slipping his hand under my shirt as he rubs my back soothingly. Goosebumps crawl along my body when his ice cold rings made contact with my skin.