Then, there were the nights when you both stayed in, watching old movies, or cooking dinner together. Luigi would tease you as you'd attempt to make a mealâhe was a little bit of a perfectionist in the kitchen, always taking over the cooking process with his Italian charm, but you didn't mind. The way he'd insist on making the perfect pasta or risotto, all the while stealing little glances at you and smirking whenever he caught you sneaking bites of the food, made everything feel cozy and sweet.
And, of course, there was the time spent in your spaceâyour painting, his books. He'd read while you painted, sitting comfortably next to you, his leg brushing yours in the silence of the evening. The way he'd occasionally look over at your canvas, commenting on how he thought a certain color suited your mood, was a little thing that made you feel so connected to him.
When he wasn't reading, he'd lean over to nudge you playfully, or give you a kiss on the cheek for no reason at all, catching you off guard. His kisses always had this way of lingering, like he wasn't in any rush to let go.
GENESIS- this one is my personal fav ðââï¸