I pushed another popped kernel into my mouth. “It’s perfect. I want this every evening.”
“Won’t you get bored of it soon?” she said in a strange voice, voicing it in a way that suggested she didn’t mean popcorn.
“If something is this good, how can I resist?”
Turning on the stream, I wrapped an arm around Gemma’s shoulder and pulled her against my body. She was dressed in sweatpants and a tight Tee, her hair pulled up in a messy bun. “You really went all out for our date.” I, too, was wearing sweatpants and a shirt but I couldn’t resist teasing her. It was too much fun.
She frowned. “What’s the use of dressing up for movie night?”
“You’re sexy as fuck as you are anyway. No need for fancy clothes or makeup.”
Obviously pleased, she snuggled against me, the popcorn wedged between us.
“I always dreamed that it would be like this. Us being together.”
I had never given it much thought how we’d spend our time outside of the bedroom. I’d been so obsessed that the rest had blended into the backround. But this, spending time together because we enjoyed the same things was amazing. I tightened my hold on her and focused on the screen where the first fight began.
“His high kick was badly executed. Not the right angle and no tension,” she said. “It’s like he’s a newbie. If you had done this kick, the other guy would have been on his back.”
She sounded almost proud, which gave me an unexpected sense of satisfaction. I kept sneaking glances at Gemma throughout the fights, relishing in her intense expression and fascination with the brutal sport. Thinking that I’d almost lost her, lost this, to another man, made me so fucking furious at myself. I’d been a major dick.
When the last fight ended, I wasn’t sure how I’d ever gone through watching a fight without her commentary.
“What are you thinking?” Gemma asked.
For some reason, I couldn’t tell her the truth. “That I need to teach you how to drive a stick.”
She sighed. “Are you really not mad?”
I kissed her throat. “Really. But if you want to make it up to me, I won’t say no.”
Gemma tilted her head to give me better access as I nuzzled her neck. “I could bake you something.”
“I’d prefer something else.”
“Savio…”
I chuckled. “It was worth a try.” I stretched out on the sofa, taking Gemma with me. Our bodies pressed against each other, we kissed. My hand squeezed her firm butt before I hooked her leg over my hip. “Are you sure your brothers won’t walk in?”
“Trust me, they won’t. They can guess what we’re up to.”
A blush spread on Gemma’s cheeks. “They think we’re having sex?”
“Probably. Come on, Gem. Is that really so bad?”
Instead of a reply, she kissed me. I wasn’t going to complain. Despite my words, I couldn’t convince Gemma to do more than kissing on the couch. Yet, she couldn’t resist my charm and my fingers once we were in bed. Getting Gemma off with my hand was fucking addicting, even if my body screamed for more, but I wouldn’t push her this time. For once, I’d keep my dick in check.
Gemma gnawed on her lower lip, worried as she sat behind the steering wheel of Nino’s Lotus. It was a car he rarely used because of the kids.
“Are you sure your brother won’t mind?”
I hadn’t asked Nino. He’d taken his Tesla to work today and wouldn’t need his Lotus. “Focus, Kitty.”
Gemma sent me a scowl, then finally started the car. She forgot to put her foot on the clutch and the engine died with a pitiful stutter.
“Don’t say it!” she hissed.
I pushed my seat back to relax, stifling a grin. “Do your thing then.”
She started the car again and put it in first gear. Frowning, she set the car in motion, but disengaged the clutch too fast. The Lotus jerked forward, then died.
“Again,” I said. “Slower this time.”
“Because a Lotus was meant to go slow,” she muttered. Oh, my Gem hated to be bad at something.
“You have to learn to crawl before you can try to walk.”
She narrowed her eyes. This time, she did as I said and the car rolled down the driveway slowly.
“Now press the gas.”
She did, but too hard. The engine roared, begging to be put in second gear. Gemma panicked and killed the engine once more.
Sighing, she shook her head. “Are you sure you want to teach me this? Diego would