"What's wrong?"
She looked worried and sounded worried. She knew something was bothering him, and she was going to find out what. Her hands graced his face, the pads of her thumbs brushing against his cheeks. He smiled at her touch. She always did things to him - happy things, things that he would always remember.
"You're happy for me right?"
Sicily grinned at his innocence question.
"Even though you guys lost."
He looked so cute and she couldn't help but blush. That was the only reason he frowned for a second back there, just because he thought she wasn't enjoying his win just as much as he was. She thought it was something bad, but this…this was cute.
"Of course I'm happy, babe," she said, placing a kiss on his lips. "We still have more wins than you anyway."
Lucas grunted but quickly broke into a smile again. He was worried and she had the guts to tease his team and him.
"Well, we saw who the better team was today," Lucas replied in mock-haughtiness. "Thanks to moi."
"The last one was just a lucky shot."
Lucas shook his head in defiance. "Nuh-uh. It's what you call skills."
"Shut up. I'm willing to break your arm again, you know!" Sicily taunted and her eyes glimmered in mischief. Lucas rolled his eyes, yet he was smirking. Trust her to always ruin a proud moment.
"And then you'll end up falling in love with me all over again?"
Her mouth opened and her eyes widened, and with that, Lucas' smirk grew bigger. He caught her with that.
"N-no! I'm going to h-hate you all over, uh…again!"
She was definitely at a loss of words, and because it made her look so cute, he couldn't help but pull her closer to him as he ran his hand through her mop of hair.
"And then after you hate me, you'll love me, right?"
He winked at her, and she looked down, away from him, as she bit her bottom lip. What could she say to that? She couldn't say anything to that, and Lucas took her silence as a cue to continue.
"Well, if that's the case, then baby, break my arm all over again," he whispered those words to her and she shivered against him.
"I already love you." Finally, she spoke up again. "Don't you risk that."
He nodded. "I won't." And then he kissed her. "I got you something by the way."
Before she could ask what his gift to her was, he pulled her over to his team's side of the court and knelt in front of his duffel bag. He got something out—a striped magenta and candy-cotton pink paper bag with the same colors of Japanese paper shooting out of the bag.
"You got me something from Victoria's Secret?" She raised one of her eyebrows as she looked at him warily. "Luke, are you still thinking about that Vegas wedding we talked about back at the bonfire months ago? I thought you didn't date prostitutes."
He chuckled.
"I don't. And before you jump to conclusions look at what I got you, first."
Sicily loved Victoria's Secret all the way, but even she, the bitchiest of the bitches, would never even expect any one of her boyfriends to get her skimpy, but totally cute undergarments. She dug her hand inside the bag and felt cotton. She sighed in relief.
"Thank God it's not lace." That made Lucas quietly laugh.
A jacket. He got her a jacket.
"Uh, thanks Luke," she said, smiling and then giving him a small peck. "This is…unexpected."
He grinned. He knew it. "You don't remember, don't you?"
"Remember what?"
Sicily completely had no idea about what he was talking about, but apparently, it had something to do with Victoria's Secret, and thus, the gift.
"You broke my arm because you were too busy hurrying to that shop that you didn't notice me walking towards you."
She thought about what happened on the day she injured him.
* * * * *
Sicily turned her back to her friends and headed over to the cashier to pay for the dress. She got out her Gucci wallet and removed a hundred and ten dollars from it before she handed the money over to the salesperson.
They decided to go to Victoria’s Secret next. Sicily was so bored with this she wanted to scream. They needed to liven things up. She turned and looked at her friends. “Last one in the changing room with three bras to try on, buys lunch,” she challenged, and then she turned and ran. The small group shoved their way out of the store and out into the mall, racing in their high heels and laughing.
Victoria’s Secret was just a few doors down so it wouldn’t be much of a race, Sicily knew, but it got them moving. She’d run in and snatch up three bras in her size. She knew exactly the ones to get and where they were in the store as she’d just been in a few days before. Sicily glanced behind her to see how much of a lead she had.
And slammed into what seemed like a mountain of flesh. Hard. She felt one of her three-inch heels sink into something soft and her body twisted, her elbow connecting with a face. She watched in horror as she knocked someone to the floor and Sicily couldn’t help followed them down.
She heard him hit the floor, something crack, and then she landed on top of him, knocking the breath out of him in a hard gasp.
She heard the guy suck in air and yelp in pain.
* * * * *
"You really want me to break your arm again, don't you?" She jabbed his chest with a finger. "You always remind me."
"Like I told you," he said breathily. "If it will make you love me all over again, then do it for all I care."
She placed a hand on his upper back, and pushed herself closer against him if it was even possible.
"As long as we're having a beach wedding, Hun," she teased.
He decided to play along.
"And instead of a wedding gown, you can wear a simple white bikini."
They looked at each other, and as if reading the other's thoughts, both said at the same time, "The bikini has to be from Victoria's Secret."
"Beach wedding it is," he affirmed, smiling at her before leaning down once again to capture her lips with his own as she carelessly threw the pink-striped paper bag onto the floor.
Sicily grinned against his lips. This was bliss. This was happiness. This was love.
And for Lucas, the best thing that ever happened to him was the result of the worst experience he could have gone through. Good things can come from difficulties and hardships. That was one of the things they learned, and the other was that hate could easily turn into love.
They were living proof of that.
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