Sometimes Rebecca felt like she was a mind reader, because it was like she just knew Ivano was going to protest to her little suggestion. A small roll of the fiery red head’s eyes was thrown in his direction, because he knew she was far too tired to try and convince him otherwise. “Yer not playin fair at all, I hope yah know. I will get yah back fer it, someday. Just….not today.”
That accent of hers was heavier than ever in that moment, because she was finally coming down off that high from one of the best matches she’d had to date in her career. It was always special being in a steel cage, as crazy as that might sound, but it always gave Rebecca a chance to prove herself, show she wasn’t just a pretty face, and this time around, she had a little extra motivation watching her from the front row. Having Ivano there watching her, cheering her on, and being there to congratulate her after the match was over, had meant the world, but now, now it was time to finally just kick back and relax, and apparently, let him take care of her as well.
“I will only agree, if yah promise ta join me in said bubble bath, and promise ta let me return the massage later on. Deal?” She knew he wouldn’t say no, especially not after the kiss she placed against his lips.