My Quiet Guy

Chapter 19

Gabrielle Morgan

"No. Chill and I'll give it back." I holler as I move around the living room, pass the couches, and behind the coffee table.

"Give me my phone back." Enzo calls with a smile as he moves around everything and is now standing on the opposite side of the table.

"You do know this table is at my knees, right?" I look down at the table, his knees, then back to him.

I clear my throat and hum. "I realize that. Now anyway." I roll my eyes. The hand that has his phone is gripped tightly as I go into a football position. Phone held between my stomach and hands.

I go left then right, before swiftly moving passed him and to the stairs, climbing two at a time as I make a move to my room.

I was just about in before feeling a hand wrapping around my waist and feeling myself be lifted from the ground.

A squeal leaves my mouth as I giggle out. "Put me down!" I call out as i feel Enzo's face laughing in the back of my neck.

His voice fills the silence as we move down the stairs. "Not until I get my phone." He whispers huskily in my ear.

I shiver, pocketing his phone in my sweatshirt pocket as i recoil my head to lay it on his shoulder. "Well then I don't know what to tell you."

He sighs out as I suddenly feel my body being moved around. My legs wrap around his waist out of fear of being dropped and my arms go around his neck.

His green eyes stay locked on mine as we stand–well he stands–in the middle of the living room, soft low music coming from the tv.

"You have really pretty eyes." I suddenly whisper out as my gaze is still locked on his. A small grin grazes his lips as his eyes look down at my lips.

"You too mama." My stomach flutters.

My hands all of a sudden move from his neck to play with his hair. He walks until he's beside the couch, sitting down on it with me still in his lap.

His hands tighten around my waist as mine continue playing with his hair. His hair that is really soft.

Suddenly he lays his head on my chest, resting against me like a pillow.

"Ho davvero bisogno di confessare la mia sentimenti per te. Non so come però." A whisper leaves his mouth, sounding like his mother tongue.

I furrow my brows before lifting his head up. I dig in my pocket for his phone, only to feel emptiness in the pocket.

"What?" I ask as I look around for his phone on the couch. I find it between the cushions as i discreetly move it back to my pocket.

He lifts his head, eyes meeting mine as a grin takes over his face. "Nothing important. Now give me my phone back before I leave."

I scoff as I move around on his lap, leaning into him as my arms go around his neck and we're face to face.

"You wouldn't dare because you can't not be under my skin for a fraction of a minute." I lift an eyebrow in a challenge.

"Wanna bet?" I nod as I feel his arm that was around my waist move a piece of hair that fell out and on my face.

"I bet a hundred bucks plus more of your sweatshirts for this cold weather." I place my win as my eyes squint.

He nods his head, poking his cheek with his tongue as he smirks. "Alright bet. But if I win I want," He pauses his speaking as he stares deeply in my face.