Send 😘 to kiss my muse on the cheek
“wait, wait. you’re not actually mad, are you? c’mon…” luca laughs, leaning over the air hockey table with a crooked grin, shaking his head as he takes in how flushed winnie is. half from the game, half from being a sore loser. they’d just wandered into the arcade after dinner, messing around with a few random games until he spotted the table. he had promised to go easy on her… but she’d immediately said she could beat him. something about doing it with her eyes closed.
so. three rounds. winner picks the prize.
she’d taken the first one fast. way faster than he expected. caught him completely off guard. but the next two? yeah, those had turned into full on battles. and somehow, he still walked away with the win. “i mean, you almost had me a couple times, i’ll give you that,” he adds, pushing off the table and stepping around it, eyes never leaving her. “but a deal’s a deal. i get my prize.” he slows as he gets closer, dragging it out on purpose, head tilting side to side like he’s really thinking about it.
then he lifts a finger, tapping just above his jaw with a smug little smile. “kiss on the cheek. right here.” his grin widens. “and don’t half ass it either. none of that sore loser energy.” he watches her glare soften just a little. before she leans in. and when her lips brush against his skin, something in his chest shifts in a way he’s definitely not about to unpack right now. instead, he just beams, like an idiot, slinging an arm around her shoulders.
“thank you, thank you,” he teases. “gracious in victory, that’s me.” he nudges her gently toward the counter.
“c’mon, i’ll get you a slushie. something to help you cope with the devastating loss.”
