Page 78 of The Prizes We Win
I smile against his lips. “I love you, Sebastian Moore.”
He gives me one more quick kiss on the nose and says, “I’ll be right back.” He does the same to Enz and Luca before climbing off the bed. Dante rubs his hand gently up and down my thighs, and the sensation of his rough hands on my skin is enough to make me melt into the mattress.
A moment later I hear Sebastian start the shower before opening and closing a drawer. I manage to gather enough strength to turn my head as he walks back into the room with a towel in hand. He takes his time gently wiping mine, Enzo, and Luca’s faces.
“Oh, thank god,” Dante exclaims before leaning forward and kissing me deeply.
“Hey!” Sebastian exclaims.
Dante and I laugh against one another before he sits back on his legs. Reaching up, I gently pat Sebastian’s thigh. “Baby steps with that one.”
Sebastian smiles and shrugs. “Okay, fair.”
“You wanna go get cleaned up, Sweetheart?”
I whine. “Can someone help me? I don’t think I have the energy.”
Enzo groans. “As much as I would love to lather you in soap, I think I’m tapped out, too.”
I don’t blame him. Rolling over, I kiss him softly. “That’s okay. You rest. That’s what I have three other boyfriends for.”
Enz huffs an exhausted laugh. “I love you,” he says with a sleepy voice.
“And I love you,” I say softly as I stroke the side of his face before rolling back over.
“Come on, Vita Mia,” Luca says with a smile before rolling off the bed. He moves to lift me from the bed, but Dante quickly grabs my hand and pulls me upright so I’m sitting chest to chest with him.
Silently, his hazel eyes search mine as a slow and wide smile takes over his face. The sight of it quite literally feels like it warms my body from the inside out. Holding his face in my hands, I say, “Thank you for loving me.”
And I mean that with every fiber of my being. Dante DeLuca is a man who is afraid of no one and nothing except the idea of letting himself love and be loved. That one thing terrified him more than anything ever has, and he conquered that fear for me. For us. So when I say, “Thank you for loving me,” I truly mean it.
He shakes his head softly and says, “Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
I huff a laugh before kissing him. Pulling away, I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs before kissing him once more andlooking over at Luca who, all too eagerly, scoops me off the bed and carries me to the bathroom.
“Can you stand?”
“Mhmm,” I answer with what apparently seems to be a perma-smile.
Luca goes into my vanity and pulls out a clip. “Hair?”
I scoff. “Please, I just gave myself a blowout. This hair isn’t seeing water for at least three days.”
Luca grins and hands me the clip. I put my hair up and open the glass shower door. “You coming?”
Stepping forward, he hooks his arms around me and pulls me close. “Nah, I’ll let you have a few minutes to yourself. I’ll help them change your sheets.”
“Can—can you guys all sleep in here tonight?”
Luca raises a brow. “All of us?”
“Please?”
“Might be a tight squeeze with Andre the Giant out there, but we will figure something out,” he answers with a stupidly wide smile and a wink.
“I guess we might have to invest in some new beds, huh?” I ask playfully.
Luca nods. “Whatever my girl wants.”
