I nod, cupping her cheek and pressing a kiss to her lips. “Sempre,” I vow. Always.
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Spotted in Tuscany!
Looks like calciatore Luca DiBlanco isn’t spending his short break solo. Fans caught the Italian heartthrob, League Valencia’s steady midfielder, kissing none other than his team captain’s little sister and former Chicago Tornados starter Carla García at the Milan Malpensa Airport this Monday.
It looks like these two fútbol players share more than a passion for the game. In fact, their chemistry seemed off the charts as they returned from a cozy weekend escape in the Tuscan hills.
Neither has confirmed anything yet, but if you ask me, this is way more than “just friends.” Between their matching smiles and the way he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her…consider this couple soft launched.
What do we think, fam—new power couple in the making?
#Spotted #CoupleGoals
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Blurry image of Luca DiBlanco and Carla García holding hands and kissing beside their suitcases in the departures hall of terminal 1 of MXP airport.
@CarrieSins12 SCREAMING
@SweetPea3 It’s giving Under the Tuscan Sun vibes and I am here for it
@SoccerSux33 More nonsensical soccer coverage…yay.
@AleGarcia9 Come home @CarlaGarcia7. You’ve got some explaining to do @LucaDiBlancoCalciatore.
@CallMeMrsGarcia OMG! I love this so much.
@FutbolVida Enhorabuena!!
@MarloweGarciaSails Eek!!
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“Let me get at least one punch in,” Alejandro jokes when Luca and I step into his and Marlowe’s flat.
Luca turns his head and points to his chin.
“Get over here,” Ale says, pulling me into a hug and kissing my temple before slapping Luca’s back. “Tío, a heads-up would have been nice.”
Luca tosses his head back and groans. “I was going to tell you. I swear. When there was something to tell…”
“And Italy raised those stakes?” Marlowe questions from the doorway, grinning.
“Sí,” Luca replies, staring right at me. “Italy changed everything.”
“Oh, God,” Andrés groans, walking into the foyer, a smoothie in hand. “I can’t take it if you two become as bad as them.” He gestures between Marlowe and Ale.
I wrinkle my nose. “Never.”
Andrés chuckles and kisses my cheeks. “Happy for you, Carlita.”
“Thank you,” I reply, looking up at my brother’s other best friend. For as long as I can remember, Ale, Luca, and Andrés have been a group. A trio. But since I spent so much time daydreaming about Luca, I never gave Andrés as much attention. Now, he looks almost…forlorn at the news of my dating Luca. I hope he doesn’t feel left out and like a fifth wheel.
