"How would you feel if I bend you across the desk and handle you with my ruler?"
forbidden love. two people. a school, now isn't this cliche?
It's this simple law, which every writer knows, of taking two opposites and putting them in a room toget...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
mature scenes!
Elliots pov "Babe I told you we should've hurried up before all the aunties got here, this place is crowded." Santino whined.
"I needed to get your mom a gift." I rolled my eyes as I grabbed a shopping cart.
"You could've gotten that big mouth lady something after we finished with the groceries."
I glared at him.
"Don't call mama gloria a big mouth."
He rolled his eyes mimicking me. "Give me the list Santino, we don't have all day." I sighed.
"Calm down, let's just look around we have a lot of time." He held my hands.
So we did, we walked around the place and Santino bumped into a few men and women. They were pretty happy to see him, and me? I didn't even remember them but we got invited to over five dinners.
"Italian people sure do take family dinner's seriously." I implied as I looked at the freshly cut greens.
"Yes, family is very important to Italian people." He smiled.
We continued to shop, hand in hand. I pulled back and looked at the snack aisle. Santino looked at me and shook his head.
"Are chocolate's on the list? Or are you begging me to get you every single snack that lays on the shelf?"
I pout at his sarcasm.
"Santino I haven't had chocolate in forever."
"You literally texted me yesterday talking about how good the hotel chocolates were." He chuckles.
Whatever. I smile still looking at the aisle, from far away I could still see the array of sweets.
My stomach growled.
Santino had to pull me away from my long term eye contact with the sweets.
We finished shopping the list and we finally left the supermarket.
After that we immediately had to hop on the road because his parents lived in florence, and that was a good two hour drive.
Santino got one of his men to drive while me and him chilled in the backseat.
He was doing work, typical Santino. But I wanted to talk about the thing me and Cally talked about.. the sub thing.
Santinos pov. I could feel Elliot staring at me hard. He was fiddling with his hands and he seemed nervous about something.
I tapped my drivers shoulder so he could put up the privacy blind he wouldn't be able to see what was going on or hear much of anything.
