“Mamma!”
“Oh my god.”
“Nonna, they’re both guys!”
Miles looked like a deer in headlights, his cheeks reddening as he stared at me amid the general outcry, and I couldn’t have stopped myself laughing for the world.
“Damned if I’m ever bringing anyone home to meet Nonna after that,” Benji said, shaking his head.
“Language,” Nonna snapped.
Benji sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fucked if I’m ever bringing anyone home to meet Nonna now,” he amended.
Miles’s head snapped around at the stronger expletive, and upon Nonna just nodding, he turned his shocked gaze my way with the expression of a man desperately out of his depth.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laughing so hard that tears ran down my cheeks. “This is just . . . what it’s like . . . around here.”
And Miles looked from me to Nonna and back, realisation dawning on his face. “This is where you get it from!”
“Apples don’t fall far from trees,” Nonna said, smugly smiling as she took my hand, pulling me down to kiss her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Nipotino. He makes you very happy, I think.”
“Yeah, Nonna,” I said, flicking a smile up at a still blushing Miles. “He really does.”
Twenty-Eight
Scrunchie
they’ve given us the afternoon tomorrow, so if you’re up early, i’m not sure when we can talk
these team matches go for fucking ever
We can skip tomorrow if it won’t work out
nope, i refuse to go even a day without hearing your voice. i’ll call after your match even if i have to hide in a bathroom somewhere
So romantic!
right? cassanova himself couldn’t do better
Scrunchie
did you send me flowers?
Maybe
i love them! thank you
You’re welcome, love. Thought your hotel room might be a little sad
how did you know my room number? i don’t think i mentioned it
You didn’t because you’re rude, but thankfully I can just message Tina
It’s very handy for being able to find out where you are at all times
damn, i’m going to have to get macca’s number
but seriously, thank you. i can’t stop smiling
