This morning was rough.

I spent half the day nursing my hangover. I don't think my head hurt this bad in a long time. Only bits and pieces of last night are vivid.

What I remember is that we drank wine, so that Sara wasn't so sad and fidgety anymore. I remember laughing while watching the comedy movie. But what I can't remember is how the fuck my new set of bra and thong got on my bedroom floor, because I know for a fact that when I bought them, a couple days before, I put them in one of the drawer of my dresser.

I must have put them on to show Sara. Ah well.

Luca was supposed to come back from his parents' this morning. It's now after three and he still hasn't come back. I even checked my phone in the morning, but he hadn't sent me a text last night or today telling me he'll be coming back later. I don't want to call and ask him what is taking him so long to come back. I don't want to come off as clingy and desperate. Even though that's exactly how I feel.

With being bored, I decide to go to Benny's for a while. Maybe grill him a bit about his girlfriend. I haven't had a chance to properly talk to him ever since he told me he has officially asked her.

When I walk into their house, loud voices are coming from the living room. This is not what I need with my head still not a hundred percent. Jace and Brian are playing video games, and they're so focused they don't even greet me. Liam, their other roommate who's rarely here, is on his phone on the couch next to them. He lifts his head and smiles at me before returning his attention to his phone.

"Hey, guys." I sit in the only space on the couch, next to Jace. They need more seats and couches with the amount of people that hang out here all the time. With it being Saturday, there isn't anyone here now, probably nursing a massive hangover like me.

"Hey, Izzy. Fuck! Did you just do that on purpose?" Jace stands up and motions to the tv.

"Where's Ben?" They both ignore me. Even Liam. I remember a time when Jace would leave everything he was doing when I came here unexpectedly just so he can get me in his bed. Those times seem so distant now.

I poke his stomach, "where's Ben?"

"Banging his girl." He says dismissively, too engrossed in his video game.

Should I interrupt them? Mwahahah!

I can lie and say it's an emergency so he'll open the door. But I know he's never going to forget this and will definitely take revenge.

Going to the kitchen to drink water before I go back to my dorm. I'm filling the glass when Benny himself comes down, wearing only a shit-eating grin and his boxers. When he sees me, he opens his arms for me to give him a hug.

No, thank you.

"I'm not gonna hug you when you've been going at it just a minute ago." He smirks before lunging for me. I let out a shriek and run around the island. He goes the other direction but I'm also fast so I reverse and go in the other direction. We stand on either side of the island and stare at each other. He's standing on the side that's to the living room so I can't just run and go in there because he will catch me. And I really don't want him to hug me with all his sweat. We hug after every game, and he will be dripping wet with sweat. But this is a different type of sweat.

"Just give me a hug." It's not like he's sad that I rejected his hug. He just likes to tease me.

"Just go back to Victoria. I bet she's waiting for you." I wiggle my eyebrows.

He lets out a dreamy sigh, "yeah. You're right." He walks to the fridge and picks up four water bottles. He salutes me before going up the stairs.

***

Sara has been spending the entire day with her parents. I don't know how she's doing it with her hangover. Wine affects her more than other drinks.

I'm sitting on the couch with my sketch pad on my lap. Just drawing what comes to mind. I haven't been drawing just for fun since I started college. It's usually just for an assignment. This is only the second time that I've used the charcoal pencil that I had to buy for a class freshman year, but we didn't even use them. I'm gliding the pencil on the white paper, outlining the human figure. Smudging some lines with my fingers to make the shadows more prominent.

Three soft knock sound at the front door and my heart skips a beat thinking—hoping—it's Luca. I put my book on the coffee table and clean my fingers with a Kleenex. I peek through the peep hole and I do a jump and dancing combo before flinging the door open and jumping on Luca and clinging on him like a koala.

This.

I didn't realize just how much I missed him until I had my arms around him and inhaled his scent. Hmm. That piney scent that is now my favorite scent in the entire world.

I feel him walking us inside and closing the door with his foot.

"Hi, baby." He murmurs and presses a kiss to my temple. I tighten my arms around him and I feel his body relax under my touch.

"I missed you." I pull back to look into his dark eyes. He's been gone for only a day, but it felt like a year. In this moment, I know I want to spend every second with him.

No doubts whatsoever.

He sits on the couch and pulls me down with him so that I'm straddling him. His eyes flick down to my mouth and I eagerly meet him in the middle and connect our lips.

It's slow at first. But I want more. I need more. My fingers thread through his curls and I open my mouth for his tongue to slip through. His tongue is warm against mine, his taste so good and... and right.

My hips begin moving and I feel his bulge digging at my heat.

"Luca... I need you." He lets out a sexy growl then walks us to my bedroom, without bothering to break the kiss. He had made this route so many times in the past three months.

He lets me down gently on the bed and takes off his shirts and shoes. He climbs on top of me and kisses his way down my body, removing the clothes that are in his way.

We're both naked and pressed flush together, kissing and touching and grazing. My arms wrap around him and I pull him even closer to me. I want to feel more of him. I want to feel him everywhere.

He pulls his lips away from mine and shifts his body slightly to reach the nightstand for condoms. My hand grabs his and he looks at me like he can't understand why I'm delaying this.

"I—umm,"

"What's wrong?" He whispers, his eyebrow pinching together.

"Maybe we can... not—since we're dating—I thought... maybe," damnit, why can't I say this?

"You thought what?" He caresses my cheek, and I close my eyes for a moment. I've never wanted to do this with anyone else. Never even thought about doing it. He's my boyfriend and I trust him completely. With my body and my soul. I want nothing standing in the way of us, in the way of me being able to feel him entirely.

"Bella, baby. You can tell me if something's wrong." He kisses the corner of my mouth and I open my eyes.

I take a deep breath and say what I want to say. We should be able to tell each other everything. If he doesn't want to, then that's fine.

"Maybe we can skip the condom? I mean, I have an IUD, and I'm clean, of course."

He grins so wide, it melts my heart. "Really? You want to?"

I nod and the nerves leave my body. "Yes. I want to feel you everywhere. If you want to, of course."

"Hell yeah! I want to. So bad. You're the first person I'll ever have sex with without a condom." He looks like a kid on Christmas Eve whose parents bought him his favorite game ever.

"Me too. I've always used one. I never wanted to not use one but with you." He looks at me for a moment with so much emotions in his eyes before kissing me again. Hungrily. Passionately. I kiss him back just as hard.

I feel him line his shaft against my opening. He pulls his face away and our eyes lock while he enters me slowly. Everything. Every little detail of him is connected with me. There's nothing between us but air. Not even air as we're pressed so tight to each other. Holding onto each other so hard, as if we're afraid of letting go.

He moves in and out of me in a slow pace. Rotating his hips so I can feel more of him. Every little vein, every ride and bump.

It's perfect.

There's so much raw emotions in his eyes. I can't decipher them all. I hope he can do so with my eyes.

I hope he can read the trust, the want, the desire, the affection and the warmth I feel for him.

I hope he can read the love I have for him.

I let him in my life and heart, even though I was afraid of the unknown. The unknown of what it's like to love someone fully and wholly. How it will feel like to trust someone with everything I have. To let myself fall and still have someone to pick me up.

"This feels amazing, love." He pecks my cheeks, my eyelids, and the rest of my face.

I love him.

He makes me feel like I'm the most precious thing in his world. I feel my eyes well with tears but I don't want him to think that something is wrong, so I nuzzle my face in his neck and let the ecstasy take over my body. After a moment I feel him twitch inside me and spurts of his release hit my walls.

We stay like this for what feels like hours. Him half on top of me, his half hard shaft inside of me. Our arms and legs tangled together.

"This is the best experience in my life. Ever." He mumbles against my chest. That makes me giggle.

"Me too. It was great." More than great.

He pulls away and I groan a little when he pulls out of me. I feel some of his release glide down the inside of my thighs.

"Stay here." He goes to my bathroom and comes back with a dampend towel. He cleans and wipes away at my intimacy. After he's done, he throws it in the hamper, climbs back on my bed and pulls me close to him.

"I thought you were coming back in the morning." I say. It's now almost dark out.

"I knew you wouldn't remember." There's amusement in his voice. Remember what? He didn't tell me anything about staying there later than planned. "I told you yesterday."

I don't remember talking to him yesterday. Only before he went off. I didn't want to call him while he was with his family and interrupt whatever they were doing.

"You called me last night."

I did?

"I told you my Nonna was gonna be there. So we had a big brunch together." At the mention of the word 'Nonna' memories begin crashing my mind. I did call him last night. Oh, lord! I was beyond drunk. From the way his chest is vibrating against my bare back, I know I said something embarrassing.

My semi-there-filter is even less there when alcohol is involved.

"What did I say?"

"You did more than say, love." I groan and cover my eyes with my hand.

"Please don't tell me." I roll so I'm facing him. "Actually, I want you to tell me."

"You showed me your new lingerie." He squeezes my butt. That's not too bad. It's not like I called my brother while wearing them.

"Then you took them off." Of course I did. I usually sleep buck naked from how hot it gets. This time I did it on camera while taking to him. "I wanted to reach through the screen just so I can that I can grab them." His eyes dip down to my boobs.

"That's not so bad. I thought I began drunkenly singing or something." His eyes twinkle and something tells me he's not done yet with his story.

"Then...you said hi to my mom."

Shit.

I press my face to his chest to hide my blush. This is so embarrassing. She saw my boobs! Oh, my god. How can I ever show my face to her ever again?

"Don't worry, she didn't see anything. I had my phone turned away from her. She just heard a very drunk and loud girl say hi to her." This doesn't make it any better.

I'm never drinking ever again.

After reassuring me it was alright and that she didn't think I was some crazy drunk girl, I relaxed again. My eyes begin to flutter close and my body wants to drift to sleep. But Luca's question has me wide awake again.

"Do you want kids?"

His face looks so casual, like he just asked how the weather was. His fingers are still going up and down on my spine.

Where did this come from? Is it because we did it without a condom? Shouldn't he have asked this maybe before?

"What?" I ask, even though I heard the question loud and clear.

"I just wanted to know what you think about this topic."

"Is this because we didn't use a condom?"

"No. Well, when you called me last night you said something about having kids and I just remembered to ask you."

What?

What more did I say during that phone call?

Good thing I'm not a serial killer and I confessed to being the murdered.

"I mean, yeah, I guess. In the future. Like, not now or anytime soon."

To be honest, I've never thought about having kids before. I mean, sure, everyone, at some point in their life, or when they start getting sexually active, thinks about it. But I've used birth control and a condom every time since I've started having sex. So I always knew the chance of me getting pregnant was slim to none.

I may also not have been the relationship type, but I still want to have a family with someone I love. When we have a house and are financially stable and at a good point in our life, career wise and just mentally ready.

I'm still in college and have two years left. I don't want to have a kid when I'm still in school. Even now, when I'm in a relationship with Luca, the thought of kids never crossed my mind. We're still young and having fun.

I can see Sara rolling her eyes at my word choice.

"What about you?" I ask instead of letting my thoughts wander even more.

"I've always been a family guy." I nod, because it's true. He changed universities just to be close to his family, even though he has already made friends in his old college. He always has dinner with his parents and brother at least once a week. The way he talks about his cousins is also so cute and warming, I can tell he loves them dearly.

"I always imagined having ten children," he laughs softly. "We always had so much fun when our families get together with my cousins. It was a nightmare for the parents, though. We were so loud and would play the most absurd games ever. We would play hide and seek using the entire house as our playground. The moms would yell at us to not enter the kitchen, but we wouldn't listen. I guess I want the same thing for my kids in the future." He smiles down at me.

I only had Benny when I grew up. He is almost two years older than me, but we were always best friends. But now I can imagine little Luca with his cute curly hair bouncing from room to room while being chased by his mother or father.

Our kids will definitely get his dark curly hair. Maybe they'll have my eye color—wait, what?

Why am I imaging how our kids will look like and whose eyes color they'll get?

"I bet you were a naughty boy." I pinch his cheek. In a split second, he's on top of me with his hands holding mine above my head and his hard cock teasing my entrance.

"Oh yeah! I'm even more naughty now."

And for the rest of the night, he showed me just how bad he can be.