A MERRY MAFIA CHRISTMAS (GxG)

XLVIII

My Christmas List: December 20th
Let me stay here in Italy instead of going back to Chicago.

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"So this was your room?" I asked, looking around the large room that had ample light flowing in from the tall rectangular windows. The large bed was made with white linen, the tan walls were clean and bare, and the view of the faraway city lingered like some stoic background beyond the windows of her room. "I couldn't even imagine waking up here."

Armani slid her dress off, changing into a white t-shirt and matching white shorts, "Me either honestly. At times it feels like the life I lived here was never even real—like it was all a dream." I looked over to her with a solemn expression, but she only shrugged and handed me a pile of clothes. "If you want to help make breakfast then you'll want to change into something more comfortable."

I looked down at the pile of clothes, "What does helping with breakfast entail exactly?"

Armani smirked, "Oh you'll see."

When she said you'll see, I expected to be making biscuits from scratch covered in flour—or maybe even eating pasta for breakfast since that could've been a stereotype.

Instead, we were outside, grabbing eggs from the hen house and picking fresh fruit from the ground and all the trees.

It was... refreshing?

I had never done anything like it.

"What is it?" I said, feeling Armani's eyes on me as I picked the apples from the tree.

Armani shrugged, smiling slightly as her eyes squinted beneath the harsh sun. "I like you like this."

I laughed, throwing the apple into the woven basket that was sitting on the ground. "You like me like this?"

Armani hummed, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. "The countryside looks so good on you—I almost want to stay here with you and never go back to Chicago."

I couldn't help but smile, leaning into her embrace. "I wouldn't mind staying here with you—in fact, I would go anywhere with you."

"Yeah?" Armani said, pressing gentle kisses to the side of my neck. "It sounds to me like I have you wrapped around my finger."

I laughed, "Oh really?" I said, feeling the need to challenge her even though she was fully correct. "Because I'd say the same about you."

Armani's kisses grew slower and more sensual, easily making my body grow hot with need. I will never understand how she can bring this side out of me in a matter of seconds.

A whimper vibrated in the back of my throat when Armani nibbled slightly on the skin of my neck, gripping me closer to her. "I could take you right here, and you'd let me," she murmured, her warm breath fanning across my ear. "I'd say that means I have you wrapped around my finger better than you do me."

I couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing I suddenly had a point to prove.

When I pulled away from Armani's grip and turned to her with a playful smile, she raised a brow, challenging my next motives.

"If you aren't wrapped around my finger then you won't chase me... and perhaps—" I twirled my long black hair around my finger, "—you won't get to take me right here," I said, quoting her words, which made a small smirk tug on her lips. I backed away on my heel as she took a few steps toward me, "I guess it's up to you."

I giggle left my lips when I took off running, noticing Armani taking off behind me. She was quick, and her legs were much longer than mine, so I knew who was going to win this battle. Honestly, it was just a point I had to prove, especially since I'd love for her to catch me.