you're mine

Chaper 47

"What is going to happen to us, Luca?" I ask for the hundredth time this week. My hands cup the sides of a towel as I run it through my hair.

"We will work it out." He replies. Luca hid his backpack full of the only belongings we have left under the bed.

"You keep saying that. Stop saying that. We don't have a plan and..." I cut myself off with a sigh.

A knock vibrates through the wooden door. "Hey guys, just letting you know food is cooked, if you are hungry." Chris peaks his head around the door a few seconds after he knocks.

"Okay, thank you." Luca replies and walks past me.

I didn't do anything wrong... did I? I rub my hands down my face out of exhaustion then follow behind Luca.

When we walk into the dining room, the table is already set with four bowls and cutlery. Steam radiates up from the bowls and into the air, leaving the room a little warmer than the others. 

"So, Luca. How old are you?" Chris asks with a mouthful of food.

"18." Luca nods.

"Ah. You two runways?"

"No, we are staying with my parents at their holiday house but we got lost and ended up hours away." Luca chuckles through his lie.

"Ah. Well it will be a few days before you can drive with this storm. I suspect it will get worse before it gets better. But you are more than welcome to stay until then."

My eyes drift over to Ella. Her small hand holds onto a red pencil as she draws into a paper book of pink coloured paper.

"Are you still in school?" Chris asks another question and I can see Luca running out of patience.

"No, just graduated."

"Planning on going to college?"

"Yeah of course, my father is a very hard working respected man, I aspire to be an inch of as successful as he is." Luca tells Chris and It makes me wonder what Luca's dad really does for work.

"Ah, that is a good mindset to have. I hope this one becomes more successful than I ever could." We all look at Ella, who doesn't even realise she was being spoken about. "What does your father do?" Chris replies with his question as if reading my mind.

"He is an architect and part interior designer."

"Pay well?"

"Yes sir." Luca grins.

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The food was delicious and brought a sense of comfort I have been craving lately. Being out in the middle of nowhere with Luca makes me feel lost and not just geographically.

"This bed is so comfortable." I moan into the bedding.

"Yeah?" I sit up and look at Luca as he speaks. "Let me join you then." He lowers himself down the bed then pulls me ontop of him. My lips curve upwards.

"Kiss me Emelia." He instructs and I listen, planting a kiss on his deep red lips.

His hands snake around my thighs and grip hard, his fingers digging into my soft flesh.

"That hurts." I frown.

"Shhh." He whispers, his bottom lip brushing against my ear and switching our position, with him now on top of me. He fingers the hem of my sweater before easily pulling it off of me body. He wastes no time, letting his hands fall to my pants, pulling them off.

"We can't. Not here."

"Why not?" He pulls back from me to look at my face properly.

"They will hear us."

"Be quiet then." He kisses my cheek whilst talking.

"I don't want to."

"Fine. We don't have to." He speaks, wrapping his arms around me, trying to hold me closer.

"We don't?" I ask him.

"Of course not. But don't think you have an option when it comes to me touching you in other ways."

"Other ways?" I frown.

"Cuddling, Hand holding, that sort of thing."