𝖡𝖤𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸𝖠𝖫 𝖲𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖤𝖲 #1
She pressed the knife deeper to my throat. I could feel the sting and blood beginning to trickle down my neck.
"I gave you a chance to leave and never come back, why didn't you take it?"
I looked into those deep gre...
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LORELAI CAMPBELL
We walked back inside and his mother guided us to sit by the table. As soon as we sat down, his hand softly gripped my thigh. We heard a motion of cars and noise, alot of noise. Usually alot of noise meant alot of people.
I was already regretting my decision to stay.
"You know," he whispered against my ear ever so gently, "I wouldn't be mad at you if you just so happen to snap at my uncle and storm to back to our room. Then I'd have to be the great boyfriend that I am and check on you."
"Isn't that bad manners?" I smirk as my chin dips down and I check around the room to see if anyone can hear us.
People started flooding the house, I could hear their footsteps. Three males and two females make their way to Mrs Russo and greet with gifts.
"Very bad manners." His hand inched higher and deeper into my lap.
"Who are you?" I lift his hand off my thigh and lace our fingers together.
"A bad boy." He does a very bad and gruesome growl before nipping at my ear.
Again, it's times like this where he does funny things.
"That was bad, never do that again." I fight off a very bright grin and he chuckles lightly.
"The more you fight of that smile, the deeper your dimples get. I love them." That word, it warmed me. Atleast he liked them, I didn't like them.
"I'm glad you do." I blurted out.
"But seriously, I thought my growl was sexy?" I burst into a tiny chuckle and shake my head.
"It was bad, like your obsession with pickles bad."
Ares has a certain liking for pickles. He has them almost every second day. I make fun of him, almost every second for it. He has expressed that it's a healthy obsession but I call bullshit and make fun of him for it.
"Leave my pickles alone." He does the bad growl but I can tell he's making it purposefully bad. I lift my shoulders to my ear and giggle.
I fucking giggled. He continued the growl and it was just us doing this back and forth. Our hands still joined together and he tightened it each time he did that horrendous growl.
He wrapped his arms around me when someone cleared their throat. We both looked up and froze. He slowly unwrapped himself from me and stood up to greet his extended family.
"Sofia." He enthusiastically hugged the small, curvy woman. Her skin was caramel, her eyes were big and black, she had beautiful curves and her lips sat perfectly on her face.
He turned to me and somehow his smile got brighter.
"Tutti, vi presento la mia ragazza Lorelai." He introduced and some of them waved at me. I fidget with the forks infront of me as he sits down.
