Mia’s pov
“We’re going to watch a car race today.” Lorenzo said after pushing my door without knocking, as expected. I had been sitting in bed when he appeared at the doorway and delivered that news.
“What’s that?” I mumbled in response after a few seconds of me digesting what he had just said.
“It’s some sort of sport. So get dressed.”
I sat up straighter. “Wait, right now?”
Lorenzo let out an exasperated sigh. “Isn’t that obvious?”
“But… the time –”
“The time has nothing to do with it, so go ahead and get dressed already.” He continued and I pursed my lips and nodded my head before dragging myself out of the bed. I had been in bed almost throughout the entire day because I didn’t have anything important to do. I hadn’t seen Lorenzo throughout today, but I had a feeling he had been locked in his office until minutes ago when he made his way to my bedroom.
“What do I dress up in?” I asked as I threw my closet door open. As I looked through the clothes in there, a few seconds passed before it dawned on me that Lorenzo was yet to respond to me, and that made me throw a look at him. He wasn’t staring at my face and I followed his line of sight and it ended on my thighs, which made me squirm a little as his gaze slowly moved till his eyes connected with mine once again.
“That shirt…” He began and I let out a sigh because while silently berating myself. The shirt was one of his, said shirt was what he had dressed me in while I had been extremely sick. Even after washing it, it still smelled so much of him, which made me reluctant to return said shirt to him. I had been fighting the urge to wear it and finally gave in last night. I completely forgot about it until right now that he was pointing it out. The shirt was white in color and very large, which made it effortlessly swallow me up.
“I… I was gonna return it but I wore it because it’s so warm. I’m so sorry, I’m gonna wash it and return it.” I mumbled while feeling extremely embarrassed, like a kid who got caught with their hand in the jar of candies. Lorenzo kept staring at me for about a minute before shaking his head.
“There’s no need. You can keep it.”
I opened my mouth to oppose and it was as if he knew what was about to come out from my mouth because he let out a sigh and continued before I could speak. “I said keep it. I can’t use it anymore anyways since you’ve worn it.”
“Oh.” I mumbled, not understanding why he couldn’t use it anymore just because I’ve worn it, when it wasn’t like I wasn’t gonna wash it. I pursed my lips and remained silent after that. When I remembered the sports thingy, I reminded him that I was still waiting for his response.
He leveled me with an esparated look. “Why do I have to pick an outfit for you?”
A scowl formed on my face at once as I spoke. “That’s cause you’re extremely picky and you could ask me to go change all because you don’t like the color of a particular outfit.”
He remained silent for a couple of minutes and I ignored him, choosing to find something to wear on my own, while hoping that he doesn’t ask me to go change out of it once I was done dressing, because I know damn well that if he asked that of me, I wouldn’t be able to do anything except to do as asked.
I was still lost in thoughts when a hard chest slowly got pressed against my back, causing me to feeeze up at once. My mouth parted and nothing came forth, and when I felt his right hand move up to settle on my hip, an embarrassed sound bubbled in my throat.
His lips got pressed against the side of my neck and everything came to a stop inside of me. The feeling of his lips moving against the curve of my neck made a tremor travel down my spine. Heat was emitting from the glide of his lips, searing into my skin and tugging at the insides of my stomach.
“You’ve been getting really mouthy these days, hm?” He murmured and I swallowed emptily while slowly shaking my head.
“I…” I made to speak but he hushed me before he took a step from me.
“It’s okay. Just be careful. And, dress in something simple but sexy.”
And then he exited the bedroom, closing the door after him, leaving me reeling in confusion.
—
The car race was something I had no idea I had been missing until now that I was experiencing it. A couple of young men were the ones racing while the ones who came to watch, were to bet on their respective teams if they wanted to. It was fun, but dangerous. They were racing at an extremely high speed and they could easily crash at the slightest mistake, which is why it’s for only professionals.
“I didn’t think you’d actually enjoy this.” Lorenzo admitted and I snickered giddily as I sighed. “I love it. I feel like I’d like to experience it, just to feel completely unhinged and free in that moment.”
“Unhinged and free…” Lorenzo echoed after me and I nodded my head. “Yup. Because I know I’d never experience that in real life, so even if it’s just for a few minutes, I’d really like to know how that feels like.”
—-
The ride back home was filled with so much tension between us, not because we had a fight or something relating to that. It was because as soon as we got into the car, Lorenzo had gripped my chin and jerked me forward before brushing his lip against mine. It had been featherlight and had only lasted a few seconds, but that had been enough to turn everything inside me upside down.