Psychotic Love (a mafia love story)

Chapter 22

ECHO'S POV

I wake up the next morning wrapped in Luca's sweaty arms. It's hot and honestly his weight is crushing me. I try removing my self from his grasp. He only squeezes tighter.

"Luca, let go it's hot." I giggle. He pulls me in closer.

"Good, if we're lucky it'll get hot enough for us to melt together and become one, wouldn't you like that?" He says all groggy, his eyes still shut.

"Sure," I laugh. "I'd love that."

I roll over, straddling on top of him. He slides both his hands up my thighs and underneath my oversized shirt. Just when I get nervous about him going too far, he stops. He goes no further than holding my waist, his thumbs tracing circles on my stomach.

"How'd you sleep?" He asks.

I cup the back of my neck. "Very well actually, I don't think I've slept that peacefully in a while."

Luca points to the dried up drool on his chest. "I believe you." He smiles.

"I'm sorry."

"You snore too."

"I do not." I laugh knowing full well I do.

"You do, they sound like little pig noises."

"Oh my god, stop. You're embarrassing me." I grab a pillow placing it over my face. Luca quickly removes it.

"I'm joking. They were barely audible. They were cute." He grabs my throat gently pulling me down for a kiss.

Our lips are less than an inch apart when I turn away. "Why are you turning away from me? I don't like that." He says softly.

"I'm sorry, I just wouldn't want to kill you with this morning breath."

"Let me smell." A soft smile tugs at his lips.

"No!" I shout.

Luca starts to tickle me. I squirm on top of him trying to stop him. I hate being tickled it's basically torture in its cutest form. My laughs fill the room. Luca flips me underneath him. "Come on, I'm gonna get a whiff of it eventually."

I remove my hands from my mouth before blowing a quick breath in his face. Luca dramatically rolls his eyes before plopping down on me. I laugh at his playfulness. I love this side of him.

"I told you." He lifts his head up, bringing his weight off me, before smashing his lips into mine.

I wrap my legs around him and cup both his cheeks in my palms. Our kiss grows wild like a fire on a dry summer field. He clamps down on my bottom lip with his teeth. He really loves biting and I'm all here for it. He pulls away, my lip still between his teeth.

He finally releases it. "I have a surprise for you," He says.

"What is it?"

He gets up from the bed reaching out for my hand. I get up placing my hand into his. Luca leads me outside of his room. We walk down a few halls when we reach a giant wooden double door.

"Close your eyes." He says.

"Luca, what is this?"

"Do you trust me, princess?"

"Mmm, yes?" That comes out like a question. It is. I don't know if I fully trust Luca.

"Close your eyes."

I do as he says and the huge doors creak open. Luca leads me into the room.

"Okay, now open them."

After opening my eyes, a huge smile unfolds across my face as I look around. My paintings and drawings hang on the walls. And some stand on easels around the room. "How did you get them?" I turn to face him.

"I may or may not have had someone to sneak into your house while your parents were away."

I take another look around the room,
The dark wood of the furniture looks beautiful as the morning sun shines an orange cast over it. I look at Luca before racing towards him springing into his arms. Luca holds me tight. I feel tears well in my eyes, before I let out soft sobs.

Luca pulls from the hug to look at my face. "What's wrong, princess? Is there something you don't like?" His brows frown in concern.

"No, I love it Luca. It's just...nobody's ever done something this nice for me before. You make me feel special."

He pulls me back in. "You are special."

My soul warms at his words. They brand them selfs across my heart. 'You are special'. The words repeat themselves over and over in my head. My brain refuses to believe him, but my heart is screaming, begging me to let him have all of me, to open up. I'm scared, I'm fucking terrified. Something tells me this isn't real. A voice is in the back of my head shouting he will hurt you, he will leave you. My heart can't take anymore damage. It's so close to falling apart, it's so close to crumbling into a million pieces, and like paper blazed by a thousand flames, it won't be able to return to its original state. It will decay, rot in the deepest depths of me.