"You haven't answered me," he insists in my ear as he hugs me tightly.

I smile and, as I lay my head on his chest, I hear his back slam hard against the back of the bed, "Are you okay?" I ask between laughs.

"Of course, don’t worry about it," he replies between laughs. I lean in to see those blue eyes, that beautiful smile and feel his pecs. There is no doubt that Lucas is handsome, "you haven't answered me; are you moving in with me?" he insists, interrupting my thoughts.

"Baby, you know I'd love to do it," I try to explain, but when his fingers begin to caress my abdomen, I start to lose my mind.

"And what's stopping you, bella?" he asks.

I don't know if Lucas knows it, but every time he calls me bella with that Italian accent, everything inside me turns upside down; it's so sexy.

"Our plan," I reply in a confident tone.

His lips are moving dangerously close to my neck, and I know he's trying to convince me,