"They're so fucking huge." Luciano's voice came out muffled, as he buried his entire face in her breast.
Valentina giggled, a mischievous idea forming in her head.
"Hey, I really need that shirt." She pushed his head away.
Luciano's eyes widened, as he tried to make sense of the situation.
"Forget the shirt." His head moved closer.
She pushed him back, once more. "Didn't you say you're busy?"
He inhaled sharply as he stared at the two globes dangling in his face.
"You started this, Bella," he said with great difficulty.
"I know. And now I'm ending it." She grabbed her dress straps to pull them up, but he clasped her hand, yanking it down.
"Okay, okay. I admit it. I was a fool. You're right, I was wrong."
"And?"
"What else do you want to hear?" He asked in confusion.
"I don't know. Think of something."
He sighed. "You're going to be the death of me," he muttered under his breath.
"It's not the first time you'll say it," she laughed mockingly.
