“You kids are doing well there?” I continue to tease, trying to hide my laughter. Glancing on my side, my best friend s***h boss is adjusting his seat, uncomfortably as he decides to let Nina sit in the small space between them.
The drive back to Luca’s place is not an issue, thank goodness. Usually, there should be some traffic jams but the Thursday evening drive is going smoothly so far.
“Stop moving,” she mutters, irritably. Apparently, it makes it worse since Nina insists on sitting comfortably on his lap as her head leans on his shoulder.
“Don’t move her a lot, Luca. She might become nauseous. Just hold her waist or something.” Hopefully, she won’t vomit. The last thing I need for tomorrow’s birthday is to clean the puke and replace the seats.
“This is getting uncomfortable,” he m
