Nico had about four buns stuffed in his mouth, and he was looking like a particularly fat squirrel.
“Fink I can fit feven more?” He asked, his words muffled.
“Nico, you’re going to choke,” Theo tried to warn him.
I snorted. “Coward. Put ten.”
Everyone laughed, including Nico, who then proceeded to choke himself half to death. Theo patted him on the back while a waiter hurried over with a glass of water. I took advantage of the momentary distraction to lean closer to Matteo.
“Is your wound okay?” I asked him.
He smirked. “Wanna kiss it and make it all better?”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re a dickhead.”
“What was that, Emma?” His voice was way too loud. “You wanna give my d**k head?”
I scoffed, trying to fight against the blush that was making its way to my cheeks.
“Not ev
