Page 103 of Green Flag
“It sure would piss off my dad,” I said and lifted my arms for him to hoist me up, kicking the door closed behind us as he carried me newlywed style.
“So, the car?”
“I got it after you left. I thought it would be nice to have a set of wheels for us to get around,” he said. “We could visit your family or drive to a different state or go for food. It just makes life easier.”
“If we’re both going to use it, we can go halves —”
He snorted and shook his head, popping me down as the garage lift opened for us and we stepped in.
“Don’t be silly.”
I gripped his arm to balance myself as I slipped my shoes off.
“I can pay—”
“Use your money for studio time,” he said firmly. “So I can finally add some more songs to my playlist.”
My arms wrapped tightly around him and I buried my head into his chest, surprised it had taken me so long to touch him. ‘I love you’ nearly slipped from my lips even though it would obviously be a lie and inappropriate and mortifying and categorically untrue.
But it was there on the tip of my tipsy tongue.
He stroked my hair. “A glass of water and bedtime?”
I nodded into his chest. “Maybe a cuddle too. It was so cold out there, I need warming up.”
His inhale was long under my cheek.
“Only if that’s okay.”
“Always,” he said. Then we were walking into our hotel room and he was getting me a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and placing it on my bedside table.
I faceplanted the pillows as he got into bed beside me.
“Your phone’s going off,” he said, and I rolled my head to see through my hair that my phone was in his hand. It showed Fia’s smiling face requesting a FaceTime.
“Shit, my sister,” I said and leapt up to grab it before it rang out. “Hello!”
Luca settled beside me as my sister’s face filled the screen with a judgmental brow raise. “Well, hello, Miss Drunk.”
“I am not drunk, am I? Tell her, Luca.”
I turned the phone round only to realise through the camera that he had taken his top off.
“She’s pretty wasted,” Luca laughed. “Hi, Fia.”
For someone who nearly cried with excitement that I was with Luca, her brows didn’t budge. “And you’re not going to take advantage of that, are you?”
His eyes widened and he stuttered a few syllables.
“Zsófia!” I cried, shoving my phone so close to my face that she could see how angry I was purely by my narrowed eyes. I wished he would take advantage of me.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Luca said, shaking his head and wrapping an arm around my shoulders.
I pulled the phone back to show the both of us, but my narrowed eyes remained a warning for her to behave.
“You’re better than her ex,” she said with a nod. “Wouldn’t put it past that scum—”
“Zsófia Bacque,” I scolded, voice low and firm.
