12) Make me

Malia's POV

"W-what?" I stammered. I was staring at him in shock. I can't believe he just said that. Was he serious? Or was that just part of the act? Oh lord, please let him be serious.

"Oh my god. He's totally in love!" My grandma gushed.

Luca cleared his throat and blushed. He blushed. Did I make it clear that HE BLUSHED?

Butterflies went crazy in my stomach. What was happening to me? There was a pounding in my chest. It was making me go wild. I didn't even know he noticed all those details about me. I did always laugh so hard that I'd end up crying. My friends always pointed it out. As for the hair twirling, I didn't even realise that I do it until he pointed it out seconds ago.

I don't think any guy paid that much attention to me before...

Ohhnoo I think I'm catching feelings.

"Excuse me," my grandpa cut in, "Did I hear right? Bad and wrong things?" He shot Luca daggers with his eyes.

Luca looked at me desperately as if he were asking me for help. I just chuckled at his face of embarrassment.

"Oh shush Jack! They're grown adults!" My grandma scolded him.

"She's nineteen!" My grandpa argued, "And he is...?"

"Twenty four, sir." Luca replied. Okay honestly, I didn't even know Luca's age until now. The fact that he's older than me just makes him even more attractive, if that's even possible. I've always had a thing for older guys. Not like sugar daddy old, but you know what I mean.

"Twenty four? TWENTY FUCKING FOUR!" My grandpa scoffed.

"Gramps! Why don't... you go get some sleep? You must be jet lagged," I suggested.

"Oh look Lily! Now she's chasing me so she can run off with this knight in shining Armani and do 'bad' and 'wrong' things with him!" My grandpa complained, mocking Luca's voice and putting air quotes around 'bad' and 'wrong'.

"Oh just go," my grandmother shoved him up the stairs as she bid us goodnight.

Meanwhile, my grandpa was mocking Luca and his accent saying, "Oh looka at me! Itsa me! Mario! Or maybe I'm Luigi! Cause I'm so tall and skinny! I enjoy long walks on the beach and eating linguni!" as he walked up the stairs.

Yep. One too many whiskeys for him tonight.

And then there were two...

Luca and I sat at the table in silence just staring at the two empty seats in front of us.

There was an uncomfortably long amount of silence between the two of us. Thankfully, the server came with our dessert not too long after my grandparents left.

A plate of some foreign dessert was placed in front of us. Luca cleared his throat and dove right in. I was examining the weird dessert infront of me. Luca must've noticed because he said,

"Just eat it."

"What is it?" I poked the dessert with a spoon. The top layer cracked like glass.

"It's cremè brulee."

"Another one of your Italian desserts?" I asked.

"It's French."

"Oh. Oui oui! Oui. Oui. Oui. Oui!" I have no idea what's wrong with me. I think I was just uncomfortable and wasn't sure what to say.

So you resort to making a fool out of yourself infront of the guy you like? Great logic, Mal!

"Are you gonna eat it or not?" Luca asked, "It's good I promise."

I hesitantly took a spoon full and shoved it in my mouth. I couldn't help but moan at it's deliciousness.

I'd get a room with this dessert.

It was the perfect combination of creamy and sweet. The top layer was crystallized sugar and under was vanilla custurd. I took another mouthful and out came the moan again.

"Don't do that," he eyed me warily.

"Don't do what?"

"That... moan. Don't do that." Was I affecting him? Good.

I ignored him and ate my dessert in silence.

I have a question. Can someone please tell me how someone can look so good while eating a spoon full of dessert? I couldn't help but subtly check him out. His jaw clenched and relaxed as he chewed. It was the hottest thing ever. When he got a bit of custard on the side of his lip, his tongue slipped out and licked his lip clean. Turn on.

While checking him out, I was  debating if I should ask if he meant any of what he said. I really wanted to know. Does he maybe feel some type of way about me? And if yes, why? And why does he keep pushing me away? I needed to know. Fuck it. I'm asking him.

"Luca," I called him but he carried on with his dessert. I knew he was listening so I continued. "I want to know something."

He quickly glanced at me as if saying to go on. "Those things you said... did you mean it?"

He put his spoon down and looked at me for a moment. I licked my lips, scared for his answer. He looked me dead in the eye, as if he was searching for the answer in there.

Then he looked away, turning back to his dessert. His flushed face turned red (was he blushing again?) and he nodded. He nodded. Did I make it clear that HE NODDED.

I smirked, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

"You like me," I grinned while playing with my spoon.

"I do not like you," he scoffed.

"Yes you do," I chuckled, "You likeee me." I teased.

"Oh yeah you likeeee me," I started singing, "You think I'm preeetty. I take your breath away. You think I'm funnyyy-"

"Malia-" he sighed.

I held a finger up, "I'm not done yet. You wanna hold meee. You wanna touchhh mee. And do wrong things to mee," I smirked.

"Whatever," he groaned, "Don't act like you don't like me either."

"I don't."

"Yeah you do."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"You wish I liked you, cause then I'd let you hold meee. And touch meee. And do wrong-" I started singing again.

"Oh shut up Malia," he rolled his eyes.

And then I said those two words that I regretted the instant I said it. Those two words that were the death of me. Those two words that caused me so much of fear and regret. I said,

"Make me."

He looked at me, again.

I looked at him.

I gulped.

His adam's apple moved up and down. Hottt.

I bit my lip nervously.

He licked his lips.

(If this isn't making you cringe, you're immortal)

He leaned in.

I leaned in.

Then he leaned towards my ear to whisper. Did I mention that when he whispers, his accent is so much more thiccer? And deeper.

And hotter.

He tucked a loose strand of my hair behind my ear. His hands went on my back and travelled down to my waist. My skin tingled at his touch. Asmr who?

And then he whispered, "Wrong answer."

Suddenly he pulled me foward and pressed his lips against mine.

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So apparently Malia's a dumb bitch since she hasn't even heard of creme brulee. Can you believe this whore? Smh

I'm nervous for the next chapter. I have no idea how to write a steamy scene what so ever.

I'm gonna try my best though so please bare with me.

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Love,

Simon