“This is the part where you say no other soul has been in your bed,” he prompts.
I decide he can take a bit more teasing tonight. “Sadly, I can’t say that. I’d be lying.”
Instantly, he stiffens, looking wounded.
“Noah has slept here,” I tell him.
He lets out a hiss and kisses me furiously.
I pull back to check on him. “I told you I haven’t brought anyone here.”
“Because you haven’t wanted to.”
“Because I haven’t wanted to,” I confirm.
We lose ourselves in kissing until Antonio pulls away, lips swollen and a slightly dazed look on his face.
“You have to stop spoiling me,” he says.
“I’ve hardly been spoiling you.”
“You spoil me all the time,” he argues, already melting back into my side. “I don’t need that.”
He sounds like he absolutely does, but I let him hold onto his sense of selflessness.
“How do I spoil you all the time?” I ask, brushing his lips with mine.
“You went to Bed, Bath & Beyond and bought all their pillows so I could choose my favorite.”
“I bought three, not all of them.”
“I take it back then,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Clearly you don’t spoil me at all.”
I laugh. “I want you to sleep well.”
“I appreciate that,” he says, climbing on top of me. “But it wasn’t necessary.”
“In that case, I won’t tell you about the extra blankets I bought because I didn’t know which material you like.”
He blows a curl off his forehead.
“You spoil me with everything. You give me so much pleasure.” He blushes and frowns at the same time.
God, I’m smitten.
“You make me feel so safe,” he continues. I open my mouth, but he shakes his head.
“You spoil me by letting me howl in the middle of the street that I’m a Labubu and comforting me afterwards.”
“I’m always going to comfort you.”
“Yeah, but sometimes I’m not exactly fair. You could’ve walked away.”
He looks terrified at the prospect.
“Is that what you would’ve preferred?”
He shakes his head again.
