LUCA {Full Book}

17

She made herself comfortable on the pillow next to mine, lying down just as I was, her eyes roaming my face and she immediately let out a laugh. "You should probably go wash your face."

"Why?"

"Because you're covered in me."

I was and it was a damn good feeling. "What better way to ensure good dreams."

"Go wash your face," she snapped with that sassy smile and I reluctantly rolled off the bed, stalking away into the bathroom.

I met my reflection in the mirror, not even realizing I was fucking smiling.

"What's this!"

Oh fuck. I didn't even want to know what she'd found. "Handcuffs?"

"What? No."

I splashed some water on my face then grabbed my toothbrush. "A blunt?"

"Um no."

"Cock ring?" I spit the toothpaste out then gargled some water while I slicked back my hair.

"Oh God..."

"It's Luca but I can see why there might be some confusion." I walked back into the room, seeing her sitting up in the bed and waving a card in the air.

"Is this your company Christmas card?"

"Yup!" I could feel my smile pulling up my face.

"Why are you all in suits on one side and Fred Flintstone's on the other side."

I started laughing, grabbing the Holiday card right out of her hand as I fell back onto the bed. This card gave me so much fucking joy.

"That's our New York team and that's our California team."

"Fred Flintstone?" She grabbed the card back, examining it some more.

"My brother Gav, from last Halloween. I couldn't fucking resist."

Gav had sent a pic of him in a suit for us to photoshop in, but I couldn't help myself.

"And he was okay with this?"

"No, he's gonna fucking kill me," I laughed. "I was going to give it to him on his trip but too much shit went down so I mailed it the other day and he should be getting it tomorrow."

"Well at least he's a very good looking cartoon." She was looking a little too fucking happy and I reached over, ripping the card from her hand.

"His ego needs to be taken down a few notches."

"His ego," she smirked as she lied back down on the bed, resting her face on the edge of the pillow as she watched me. "Egos must run in the family."

"Gav probably took ten pictures before sending that one. He's too into his fucking image." I rolled down onto my own pillow, turning to meet her face and she stretched her fingers to my beard, scratching her nails through it.

"Too into his image huh..." she smiled as she continued running her nails through the heavy stubble on my chin then she raised her hand to my hair, weaving through it. "And what if..."

She shook out my hair, completely fucking it up and I immediately threw my hand up, grabbing her wrist.

"Not the hair, I just fixed it."

"Mhhm." She snickered.

"What? Fuck, my image is different." Why was she always fucking calling me out.

"I bet," she laughed. "And I bet you always wear your hair just like this."

"Damn straight! I've been going to the same barber for 25 years, two trims a year."