Her and the Basketball Champion

chapter 59

I've always wanted to come to Italy, especially on my honeymoon, and now that I'm here with the one person I could never even dream of being with, everything feels so surreal. 

The cobbled pathways, the multicoloured painted houses, the market stalls selling souvenirs, the God amazing smell of pizza wafting through side streets, the feel of Jonas' hand clasped in mine like he never wants to let go. 

It feels like a dream.

We arrived in Italy yesterday night, and spent literally the whole morning today sleeping, exhausted from the flight and the rush of traveling.

And other things too. 

Maybe other things, which I don't need to be thinking about right now. 

Now, we're trying to find somewhere to eat, because we've both been walking around with empty stomachs. I'm pretty sure I could eat a whole pizza to myself right now, and some. 

"Look, there's a pizza bar down there. You wanna try it out, babe?" It still feels so new and beautiful and amazing hearing Jonas next to me, not worrying about touching each other, especially in public. I nod my head eagerly, practically dragging him along the streets. "Yes, yes, yes."

There are people carrying carts of Gelato, and sitting outside of fancy pubs, date nights, sparkly stars in the sky, the moon hanging low over our heads-illuminating the glow on us.

We stop in front of the building, admiring the open atmosphere of laughter and more importantly, food.

"Franco's." I read the sign on the side of the mini restaurant, and smile.

We walk inside. I'm not surprised at how quaint and small this little restaurant is, and it just makes everything so much cosier.

The little fairy lights hanging from the beams, round tables dotted around the floor with soft red chairs accentuating colour throughout the room.

There's an open kitchen, and I spot a few Chef's in the back and one server standing at the counter in the front, a small bell in the corner.

"I'll order baby, you go sit down. What do you want?" Jonas walks me to a table set in the corner next to the window and the wall, and I sit down, his hand still holding mine.

"Pineapple on pizza." A grin breaks out on his beautiful face, his blue eyes gleaming in contrast with his dark hair that messily sits upon his head. 

He's wearing a long sleeved black top and smart slacks which do wonders for his body. It's not too tight, but it's fitting, and I love every bit of it.

He leans down to kiss my cheek and I melt all over again.

"I'll be right back." I nod, and he turns to order, leaving me a flustered mess behind him.

Ever since our wedding, every second and moment is spent together, brushing our teeth, showering, sleeping, and his hands are always in mine or around my waist or shoulders as we walk through the streets.

I always catch him looking at me as I'm admiring something, and every single time, he makes me blush.

I don't think I'll ever stop blushing from his look or his touch, or anything to do with him. 

I look out of the window next to me and spot a couple outside the restaurant, wine glasses in hand, wrapped up in each others arms and dancing like no one's watching. It's so cute and romantic and I can't help but think that now I have someone I can do that with.

I hear footsteps behind me and turn around, watching Jonas walk back to our table. He drags the chair that sits opposite me and take a seat directly beside me, his hands finding my waist, bringing me closer to his side. I smile up at him, and then my stomach growls, breaking the comfortable silence.

He chuckles lightly, and the dimple in his cheek stands out.

I move forward and kiss it. "I love your dimple." I say quietly, so only he can hear.

"And I love you." His eyes are so intense, and I drown in them, his voice pulling me down even further. It's low, and some would think it sounds dangerous.

'Well, I guess it's sad that I don't love you then." I slap his thigh lightly and pretend to get up out of my seat, but he pulls me down into his lap. 

He's looking at me like he want's to murder me with his lips. "Say that again, Eliza." Now he does sound dangerous, but there's a hunt of amusement in his eyes as he stares at me, running his eyes all over my face.

"I said, I love you." I smile sweetly at him, and he pulls me impossibly closer to him, my shoulder digging into his chest, and the top of my right thigh pressing up against his crotch. 

He hums, and then his face is nuzzling the side of my neck, over my hijab, and I can practically hear him sniffing.

"Are you sniffing me?" I let out a laugh, and he looks at me, his cheeks tinting slightly.

I cup his face in my hands, squeezing his cheeks.

"Oh my God, you're blushing. That's so adorable." I'm still laughing, my hands on his cheeks, and his hands moving to cup my face in his, bringing my lips down.

And it feels like I'm falling, everything around me melting away as I sit on Jonas' lap, our lips joined together like our hearts. 

It's so soft and slow and perfect and amazing and I can't get enough, and he finally pulls away when he spots the waitress bringing out food out of the kitchen

He pecks my lips once more, and I slide off of his lap back into my seat.

I know my cheeks are red hot and my blood is still buzzing from the contact.

He leans forward and whispers in my ear. "I know you're not that hungry baby." His voice is husky and slightly rough, and then he's thanking the waitress who's name is a blur, like he didn't just have me nearly falling at my feet in front of him. 

My mouth waters as I look at the food in front of me, and as soon as the waitress is gone after filing our fancy gold rimmed glasses with water, I'm scoffing my face, far from elegant.

Jonas is looking at me with a small smile on his face, and shaking his head amusedly. He's pretending he's not eating exactly the same way I am right now. 

We finish our meal, talking about anything and everything, and I store this memory away, because I know that in the future I will look back and think about how this was one of my best nights, spent with the person I love.

When we finish, we sit back, slumped in our seats with our hands on our stomachs. "I have such a fat food baby. I'm gonna give birth." I close my eyes and gulp down some water. Then I laugh out loud at the look on Jonas' face. he looks stunned and confused and shocked and I keep laughing, and then he laughs, and we're both laughing and the heavenly sound of his voice is ringing through my ears and shattering every lost hope and every sad thought and I'm drowning again.

Our recovery takes a full on five minutes and we're both breathless and my cheeks are hurting from smiling so much but I don't stop.

"You have food on your face." Before I can swipe away at my mouth, he's moving forward, his breath hitting my cheeks, and then he's licking the tomato sauce from my lips, and licking away the last shreds of composure I have left.

He moves back, but I'm quick to keep him there, tangling my hands in his hair and pressing his lips to me, desperate, urgent.

He doesn't waste a moment, and his mouth is all over mine and I can't stop myself from falling deeper.

Every second I fall more and more, and I bask in the feeling, my heart soaring out, touching his.

And I melt like never before.

The End

Fuck me right now