April 19th.
3:59 p.m.
[Third Person POV]
"Hey, Luka,"
"Hmm?" Luka blinked dumbly as he looked at his mate, pizza stuffed into his cheeks like a squirrel. He pulled the cheesy and gooey slice of pizza away from his face and put it down on his plate. They were both sitting inside a booth at an Italian restaurant, where Ian says has the best pizza on the planet. Luka agreed.
"Can you ever imagine yourself wearing darker colors?" Matteo intently looked at his mate. Luka scrunched his nose up in disgust and rapidly shook his head, clearly not liking the idea. Matteo's expression slipped before it suddenly turned into a bright smile, and he loosely embraced his mate's waist before grabbing his own slice of pizza and telling his mate random things about his childhood.
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WerewolfLuka; The purest boy you could ever meet. Everyone knows he's pure-on the outside and definitely on the inside too. Everyone knows this and no one has ever doubted it and has never tried to. Why go through the trouble when the answer is obviously cl...
