𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 ✓

I'm going to knock somebody out

Layton woke up and couldn't help but smile at the man next to her who was still fast asleep. It was 9 am and she thought that he needed to rest. She kissed his cheeks and slipped out of the bed. Just as she did, she felt a pair of strong arms wrapping themselves around her waist and pulling her back in.

"Five more minutes, Bellissima," Kiandre said, his morning voice being the sexiest thing she had ever heard.

Layton smiled involuntarily and obliged. Five minutes became fifteen and soon half an hour had passed.

"I'm going to shower."

"Alright, Angelo," Kiandre pulled the covers over him and continued to enjoy the silk softness of the covers whilst breathing in Layton's scent- warm honey and vanilla.

Kiandre's POV:

Layton and I had just finished breakfast. She really is an angel and damn she can cook. At this rate, I'm definitely going to need to work out more. She insisted on tagging along with me today to run my errands and I'm not complaining. I'll soak up every second with this girl.

She just makes the sun brighter, the birds chirpier, the colors more vibrant and for this I'll be forever grateful to her.

"Hey, Bellissima. This is your first time in South Heights, huh?"

"Is it that obvious? I don't want to be rude. I'm just a little nervous," she said.

"I'm here. Nothing will happen to you. Half of these people are giant tattooed softies," I said.

"Oh, so, like you?" Layton snickered and became more visibly relaxed

"Shush! Don't ruin my bad boy reputation," Kiandre laughed and kissed Layton's hand.

They continued with their shopping.

Who would've thought she could make a menial task like shopping something fun? Kiandre thought to himself whilst putting the bags of groceries into the trunk of Layton's car.

Driving to Kiandre's house, Layton noticed him tensing up, like the reality of how they came from two different worlds slapped him in the face. She took the opportunity to place her hand over his which was resting on the gear stick. She gave his hand a little squeeze, letting the warmth of her hand relax him.

The two arrived in front of a small, quaint house.

"Wait in the car, I'll be back in a second," commanded Kiandre.

Before Layton could argue, he was already walking towards the front door, groceries in hand.

She had noticed he had forgotten a parcel and scurried behind him as he was unlocking the door.

"Layton, what are you doing? Didn't I tell you to stay in the car? I don't know what I'm going to walk in on and I don't want you to have to see it," Kiandre said, standing in front of the closed door.

"Layton" he repeated and she didn't like the way her name had come off his lips with a clenched jaw.

"Listen, I'm not some princess with her head stuck in the clouds. If I'm going to be a part of your life, I need to see it for what it is. If you have a problem with that, I might as well turn around and leave now," Layton said in all seriousness.

He looked at her in awe, probably because none had dared speak to him in that manner before.

"Alright, Bellissima."

No other words were spoken as we made our way inside. Surprisingly, everything seemed normal at the Jacobson household.

Leo and Elle had been playing board games in the living room with Quinton, Clarice's quest from last night, while she was in the kitchen preparing lunch.