"yo, cosentino, i'm home!" mattia's voice carried through the apartment, painting a smile on my face as i stepped out of the guest room to meet him downstairs. when i reached the last step, i saw him draped over the couch with his attention on his phone. i admit, he was looking extra cute today.
"he went out to run errands with maiya and our mom," i spoke up, pulling his focus towards me. a sort of lopsided grin curled on his lips as he locked his phone and chucked it to the side.
"so how much time does that leave us?" he hummed, sitting up and quirking a suggestive eyebrow. i let a little giggle slip past my lips as i pattered over to the couch and took a seat beside him. this certainly wasn't the first time we've been left home alone, but it sure felt liberating to be able to get comfy without kairi breathing down our necks.
"i'd say.. an hour tops." i grinned before a small squeal left my lips as he lifted me onto his lap. he laughed, tucking my hair behind my ear then brushing his thumb over my cheek.
"how can someone so cute be so bad?" he asked.
"i am not bad," i denied with a shake of my head.
my physical appearance might have screamed innocent but anybody who knows me would say otherwise. well, everybody except kairi, who refuses to believe that i've grown past the age of twelve. he just can't accept that i've matured in more ways than he'd like.
with a smirk on his lips, mattia leaned his forehead against mine. "right.. you're just a sneaky little ass," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to my cheek. i ran my fingers through his hair, a smile sprouting on my lips as i kissed the tip of his nose. mattia and i weren't really anything; we've never labeled us, and frankly, i found it to be a lot more fun this way. it wasn't like i wanted to sleep around or anything like that. i just found a thrill in having an unspoken connection between us. besides, we've never even kissed, so i was content with this flirt fest.
"hey... i'm not the one making moves on my best friend's sibling," i reminded him of the fact that he was the first to instigate whatever this was.
"in my defense, my best friend never mentioned how hot his sister is," he retaliated, playfully pinching my side. i jumped on instinct, which elicited a laugh from him.
"bumblefuck," i glared. although, the tough act never really worked for me as anyone could see the playfulness in my eyes. besides, how could anyone stay mad at someone with the looks of mattia?
"aw, i'm sorry, princess," he cooed, pouting his lower lip and scooping my face into his hand. he and i both knew of my utter weakness for that nickname. i faltered at that instant, and upon recognizing his victory, he smiled with a certain innocence that called for smiles all around. "will you do something for me?" he questioned all of a sudden, and judging from his melodious tone, i knew it wasn't going to be something i'd be interested in doing.
"depends on what it is.." i quirked a brow, fiddling with the chain on his neck.
"make me some food, princess."
"that sounds more like a demand than a request, mattia." he was quick to peg on, though, as he swiped on the puppy face, eyebrows curved, glossy eyes, slight pout. he was a master, really.
"pleeease, babe. i'll help you with it. just tell me what to do," he insisted. how could one possibly deny that? well, easily, if that person wasn't as attached to mattia as i was. so with a dramatic sigh, i climbed off his lap and began going towards the kitchen.
"what do you want then?" i hummed, looking back at him.
i watched as his eyes wandered down my figure, and i rolled my eyes with a small chuckle. "yeah, uh, i'd like a piece of that fine ass, please," he announced as he hopped up from the couch.
