"I'd just like to inform you that I do not give a shit about what you want."
He rolls his eyes and turns to me. "I'd just like to inform you that you're a pain in the ass."
"Aw. You're too kind."
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Valentina Laskaris never expected much f...
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♛ Luca ♛
I GENTLY TOUCH her arm, but she moves it out of my touch and closer to the wall. "Valentina, you need to get changed."
She doesn't respond and I silently groan, knowing she won't do jack shit until I apologise. I roll my eyes at her and just stare at the back of her head facing the wall, basically touching it from how close she is to it.
"I'm sorry," I mutter after a bit of internal conflict and convincing.
She doesn't respond, and I sigh. "You aren't unbearable...all the time," I mutter the last part to myself but she still hears it.
"Fuck you. I'll fall asleep in these fucking clothes. Jump out the window, you dick pincher."
What the fuck is a dick pincher? She should write a fucking book of insults with the amount of shit she comes up with. She'd be a millionaire.
"I'll give you chocolate mousse."
Any mention of food perks her interest, even now. She pauses her mindless mumbling and slowly turns her head back to look at me.
"Really?" She asks, looking at me upside down. I open the fridge between our desks and pull out the small cup of mousse, placing it on my table and her eyes follow it.
"Get changed and I'll give it to you."
She sighs and stares at me for a moment longer before flipping me off, but finally getting up. The moment she stands up, though, she stumbles and would've fallen face-first into the floor if I listened to my thoughts and moved out of the way. But I didn't, and she falls into my arms.
"Ah, shit." She whispers, placing her head against my chest and I feel my heart pick up. She smells like alcohol, but her usual gentle vanilla scent hasn't left.
I hold her arms as she stands still against my chest, and I'm silently praying she can't hear my pounding heartbeat. I've never been so close to her, and it's honestly overwhelming. Her touch, her scent, her eyes. It makes me more irrational and stupid than usual.
"You're warm," She mutters softly and then wraps her arms around me. I instantly freeze at the sudden action. What the fuck do I do?
I already can't control my body, but my mind fucks off too when her soft fingers trace over the tattoos scattered across my bare arms. She stops when she reaches my shirt sleeve, playing with the hem before sighing softly and moving away.
Only when she steps back can I breathe again, sucking in a shaky breath and trying to regain my fucking mind. I don't know why her actions have such an effect on me, but they do. Just a touch, not even, just a fucking graze and my mind is everything but grounded.
"I wanna get changed," She mumbles, pulling her arms off me and dropping them at her sides, and I suppress the urge to hold her again.
"Your pyjamas are there, get changed," I say, pointing to the pyjamas stuffed under her pillow.
