~CAKE~
The problem with kisses was that once you had a really good one, your brain refused to shut up about it.
Mine had been replaying the same five seconds for the last twelve hours like it had nothing better to do.
I stood on the white sand set outside the Milan studio with a bottle of sunscreen in one hand while the photographer adjusted his camera lens. The crew moved around us in practiced chaos, assistants carrying reflectors and makeup kits while someone argued loudly about lighting behind the tents.
Normally I liked shoots like this. They were simple. Show up, smile, get paid.
Today my brain was somewhere else entirely.
Specifically, back in Nico’s lounge, sitting on his lap while he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me down into a kiss like he had every right to do it.
