His fingers brush up my skin, rolling my shirt up. His lips were on mine. His mouth travels from mine all the way down to my collarbone.
"Luca." I moan breathlessly from his soft open-mouthed kisses
"𝑆𝑖, 𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑜."
Fuck, his Italian accent wa...
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It was Thanksgiving Day. Which meant today was the dinner with Jordan and the Hale's. I was his plus one.
It was currently 2 p.m. He promised to pick me up at 6 p.m., so we could get at the Hale's house by 7 p.m.
I didn't even know what I was going to wear. I had no idea what Jordan would wear. I grab my phone and text him asking him what should I wear. He simply replied that he'd be at my house in a little bit. Was he picking my outfit for me?
I sat down in my bed, I lifted my shirt a bit looking down at my wound. It's been fine, although I mostly haven't been doing anything. What's tiring is showering and sleeping. I'm so used to sleeping on my left side but now I can't because of the wound. The stitches were nicely done, they weren't too noticable.
I had worn black skinny jeans and a long sleeve tube top. I stared at myself in the mirror, it's coming soon. All their deaths, I don't know how I'm going to deal with it. But I shouldn't be thinking about that, at least not today. My door in my room flies open and Jordan steps in.
"Ever heard of knocking?" I ask
"Well I've been calling you so.." he narrows his eyes at my phone
I didn't even hear it. I swear.
"I didn't hear it!" I mumble furrowing my eyebrows at my phone.
"Come on, let's go!" He signals to my bedroom door.
"Go where?" I ask
"To the store. I'm buying you a dress!"
"No, i don't need you to buy me a dress. I already have plenty!"
"You're telling me a strapless, showing your whole back and very short piece of fabric is your idea of a dress?" He asks raising his eyebrows at me and i frown slightly
"Fine!" I huff out
He grabs my hand and we walk downstairs. I grab my purse from my couch and I'm about to leave when my dad walks in through the front door.
"Where are you going?" He asks
"With Jordan, to buy something!"
"Buy what?"
"Does it matter!" Jordan retorts
"Yes it does. You're in my house and you will respect me. Either way she's my daughter, i need to know where she's going to be at all times!" My father says
"Jordan's going to buy me a dress, for later today!" I say and my dad nods.
We both then walk out and get into his car as he stars to drive off my driveway. I wanted to see Luca. I miss him. He's always so sweet and gentle. No matter how bad I don't want to, I'm falling in love with him. We have spent hours talking on the phone after my lunch with him at the pizza place. I simply can't get him off my mind
