The Moon And The Stars

CHAPTER 9

I wake up surrounded by warmth. I open one eye and to my horror see I'm pushed up against Luca's body as he's sleeping peacefully.

I lift my head from his bicep which I'd apparently been using as a pillow and assess my situation.

"No don't move," Luca mumbles, tightening his grip around my body, pulling me back down to him.

His morning voice is so hot.

I sigh and get closer to his body, trying to steal his warmth. I feel his lips curve in a smile in the crook of my neck and I wrap my arms around his neck, letting my hands fall into his soft hair.

I unconsciously start playing with his hair and he places a gentle kiss on my neck.

My head falls onto his shoulder as my body shudders under his touch.

He kisses my jaw and I squeeze my eyes shut.

Push him away.

Push him away.

Push him away.

Push him away.

He places a slow kiss at the base of my neck and I physically push him away. "I think that's enough for now," I whisper.

His eyes look hurt and I almost feel bad but nevertheless he nods and gets out of bed.

"I don't know how to make breakfast," he admits to me, "I'm more of a lunch and dinner guy,"

I give him a small smile, "Well that works well because I can only really cook desserts or small
French snacks. I'll cook us some breakfast,"

He grins at me, "I finally get to try the oh-so-great Adelyn's cooking!"

I roll my eyes at him and get out of bed. "It's just breakfast, it doesn't count," I chuckle, as I begin to walk into the kitchen.

Luca follows me and drags a stool to the Island bench, where he rests his head on his arms and watches me.

"Are you seriously going to just watch me cook?" I ask, my tone unimpressed.

"What else am I supposed to do?" he asks, seeming genuinely confused.

I search through the cupboards for inspiration, when I smirk, looking at Luca. "How about we have crepes for breakfast?"

His eyes light up, "I'd have crepes for breakfast everyday if I could," he winks.

My shoulders tense at his words; "I'm not making you breakfast every day like some doting, mindless, housewife," I state coldly.

"Wouldn't expect you to amore," he chuckles.

I feel relieved at his words and start cooking our breakfast.

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I watch as Luca spreads more melted chocolate on his crepe, he carefully places the sliced strawberries and tops it off with some icing sugar.

God this man can eat.

He gently folds it up before shoving it in his mouth.

I smirk as he lets out a moan and closes his eyes. "It's go fucking good," he manages to get out, his words barely audible.

I chuckle and begin to make my own crepe.

I decide on melted chocolate and sliced bananas. I fold it up and begin to eat it.

I feel chocolate drip down my chin and I hurriedly go to cover my face; only for Luca's thumb to quickly swipe up the chocolate. I look at him with wide eyes as he puts his thumb in his mouth and sucks the chocolate off.