~Camila~
"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑪𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕"
To the world, Camila is a breath of fresh air; a woman of gentle smiles and a joyful heart. Her charm is her armor, and her intellect is her weapon.
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We lay in bed the next morning, curled up in each other's arms, as he told me stories about his mother.
Each word painted her in a light so warm and beautiful, I found myself wishing I'd met her.
"Luciano, can I ask you something?"
I peeked up at him through my lashes.
"Gem, if it's something I'm going to say no to, don't waste your breath," he warned with narrowed eyes.
I smiled sheepishly. "Can we go shopping?"
"No," he replied flatly, without a moment's pause.
I frowned. "Why not?"
"Because I said so."
I slapped his arm, pouting. "That's not a real reason. I really want to go shopping. Please, baby," I added with a whine, hoping the title would sway him.
Instead, he rolled his eyes and grabbed me by the neck—firm, not painful—pulling my face close to his.
"Calling me that won't change my mind, Gem. It'll only get you bedridden," he whispered huskily, wearing that infuriatingly smug expression.
"Fine," I huffed, pulling away. "If you won't take me, I'll just ask Russo or your very nice brother."
Before I could get far, he snatched my wrist and flipped me beneath him.
"You'll do no such thing," he growled, eyes sharp with warning.
"Then come with me!" I argued, "Besides, what's so wrong with a little shopping?"
He let out a dramatic sigh and pulled me up to straddle his lap.
"If you've forgotten," he began, glaring up at me, "last week I spent six *fucking* hours shopping with Antonia and Matilda. Six."
I stifled a laugh.
"I promise, Luciano, I won't be that bad. Just two hours, max."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Gemma," he warned, voice low. His hands were on my hips, and the way I shifted unconsciously against him drew a groan from his throat.
"I—I promise," I whispered.
He rolled his eyes again. "Why are we going shopping anyway? What can't we just order online?"
"Because I want us to go *out* together!" I insisted.
Another sigh. "Fine. Go get changed."
I grinned in victory and pressed a kiss to his lips before slipping off his lap and heading to the closet.
I slipped into a pair of blue camouflage cargo pants that hugged my curves in all the right places, pairing it with a black halter-neck crop top that left just enough skin to tease.
