Thalia
“Luciano,” I moaned into his mouth, placing my hands on his chest to gently push him away. “We haven’t even placed any sheets on the bed yet.”
He ignored my comment and continued placing open-mouth kisses on my neck.
I don’t know what happened and how the events escalated, but a few moments ago, we were watching Twilight in the home theater when Edward’s and Bella’s kissing scene played on the screen. I couldn’t deny that I was feeling turned on by the sight of two attractive people kissing, but I had already watched that particular scene plenty of times, so it wasn’t such a big deal.
Luciano, however, seemed to have taken quite a liking to the scene despite declaring hatred for the movie itself.
So, before I even knew it, we were already imitating the scene on the TV and making our way to the master bedroom.
I felt the rough mattress against my skin and felt that it would be such a waste to ruin a completely new mattress, so I harshly pushed him away.
“What’s wrong?” he aske
