C O M P L E T E D
"Keep that pretty little head of yours in a book and you're gonna miss out on life.."
"What's life? The greasers and the socs constantly fighting? No thank you.. I'll stick to my book."
Greasers; they are the lower class.. yet toug...
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Liv
I huffed crossing my arms beyond fed up.
"Ethannn no more." I whined as the stubborn Italian put yet another pancake on my plate. I've eaten two pancakes, three pieces of bacon, and a tall glass of orange juice already.
I'm a small human, I can't store all of this.
"They didn't feed you properly, and I will not have my fiancé malnourished. Now eat, Sí?" He commanded adding another piece of bacon on top of the pancake causing me to groan and pout, but try my best to eat it all anyway. I would never admit the butterflies being called his fiancé gave me.
"Good girl."
I rolled my eyes and moodily bit my bacon.
"You know I'm only doing it for you, work with me here principessa." He said turning my face to look at him by holding my cheek in his big hand. I nodded but none the less held my pout. How does he expect me to eat three large pancakes, four large pieces of bacon, and two tall glasses of orange juice at eight in the morning.
I'm not usually a breakfast person anyway.
"Don't be angry mi amore." He said quietly as my eyes met his beautiful green ones. I sighed and nodded kissing his cheek lightly then pulling away. "I'm not." I said almost giggling when I saw that it was his turn to pout.
"Do it like you mean it." He said glancing from my eyes to my lips and back and forth. I smiled and slid off my stool, then jumping up on his lap. He caught me before I could fall off, and held my waist securely.
"Do you deserve i-it." I whispered against his lips softly avoiding the stutter threading to cut in between my words. I watched his eyes turn dark and his jaw clench.
"Sí."
"Do you love me?" I whispered looking into his eyes as his hand gripped me tighter pulling me closer to him. I don't think he even realized he did it.
"Sí."
I smirked and pulled my fiancé closer and pressed my lips to his in an extraordinary soft kiss. He immediately dominated the kiss taking control of every movement we made. He softly threaded his hand through my hair, suddenly pulling down getting better access to my lips.
As soon as my chin was high, and he had my hair pulled down with his hand, he softly massaged his tongue on my bottom lip until I allowed him access. He slowly slipped his tongue in my mouth as I threaded my fingers through his soft hair, and massaged his head with my nails.
