Yo, what's up Wattpad fam? Let me spill the tea on my crazy life in "His Possession." So, I just got back from a wild vacation in Brazil, and guess what? I came home to my two lovely assassin friends - Carla and Veronica. Now, Carla, she's a total p...
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As Luca spilled his grand gestures of love, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Seriously, this guy and his dramatic proclamations were like a telenovela on steroids. "Anything?" I quipped, challenging him with a raised eyebrow.
But, like a stubborn mosquito in the summer, Luca was persistent. Before I could make my grand exit and escape the theatrics, he intercepted me, wrapping his arms around my waist. Ugh, talk about dramatic flair.
I let out an exaggerated sigh, playing hard to get like a seasoned pro. "Luca, you can't just smother me with affection and expect me to swoon. This isn't a romance novel, darling."
He chuckled, his grip tightening. "Adriana, you know you secretly love the drama."
I scoffed, feigning annoyance. "Drama, darling, is so last season. I need something fresh, like your espresso beans."
Luca tilted his head, an amused glint in his eyes. "Espresso beans? Are we comparing my love to coffee now?"
I grinned, teasing him with a Portuguese phrase. "Querido, your love needs to be as strong as a shot of cafézinho. Otherwise, it's just frothy air."
He laughed, his lips dangerously close to my ear. "Challenge accepted, mi amor."
I rolled my eyes again, secretly enjoying the banter. "Let's see if you can keep up, Romano. This girl doesn't settle for anything less than a grande love story."
And so, the playful dance continued, a quirky mix of wit and charm, leaving us both wondering if our love story would be a romantic comedy or a dramatic saga.
As I played my part in the playful banter, ready to make my exit from the melodramatic scene, Luca, true to form, couldn't resist one final act of impulsive romance. Before I could gracefully retreat, he pulled me closer, his lips meeting mine in an unexpected kiss. His hands, bold as ever, found their way to my derrière, giving it a playful squeeze.
I shot him a glare, a mix of irritation and amusement. "Really, Luca? You just couldn't resist, could you?"
He smirked, reveling in his victorious mischief. "Can you blame a man for seizing the moment, bella?"
I rolled my eyes, secretly enjoying the spark of our silly antics. "You're incorrigible, Romano."
He chuckled, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Guilty as charged."
And so, our love story continued, a dance of teasing exchanges and stolen kisses. Little did we know, beneath the comedic facade, a genuine connection was brewing, ready to unfold in unexpected ways.
