You sighed, pacing back in forth in the living room. Antonio had been gone for almost two weeks. Seriously, how long does it take to finish a meeting? You thought. You knew the meeting was in France, but seriously? Two fucking weeks?! Antonio was always travelling because of his job, and you hated it. You hated being alone. You hated sitting on the couch alone. You hated tending the garden alone. You hated sleeping alone. You hated eating alone. Hell, you hated breathing air alone. All you wanted was for Antonio to come back home so you could cuddle up next to him.
You stopped pacing. “Toni! Get your ass back home!!”
Now you finally lost it. You sank down on your knees, gripping your hair as hard as you could. You were breathing in and out, gradually increasing after each breath. Your eyes were red and on the verge of spilling tears.
“P-please… I don’t wanna be alone a-anymore.”
You closed your eyes and slowly let yourself fall backwards. Toni wasn’t coming back anytime soon, so why not just waste time doing nothing?
“________?” You heard your name being called in a Spanish accent. You ignored it, assuming that it came from your consciousness.
“Stupid mind playing fucking tricks on me,” you whispered through your gritted teeth.
“What tricks, chica?
Now your eyes shot open to see a certain Spaniard peering down at you.
“Oye, chica~! You’re awake~!” He shot his hands in the air and smiled his usual goofy smile. You missed that smile of his.
“What took you so long, idiot.” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t stop your tears from pouring down your face.
Toni quickly pulled you into his arms. “Lo siento, mi preciosa.”
He was warm. You clung to him tightly, missing the warmth you had been deprived of.
Toni leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead. “Did you miss me?”
“No,” you said quickly.
Toni chuckled, “I brought tomatoes~! We can have a tomato feast~!”
Your head shot up, hungry eyes scanning the room. Your eyes finally preyed on the basket of tomatoes behind Toni. You reached your arm out, using all your strength to grab a tomato. Antonio, amused by your actions, chuckled and picked out a ripe tomato for you.
“Gracias,” you said weakly as you grabbed the plump tomato out of his hand. You repositioned yourself in his lap and bit into the tomato, savoring every bite.
Toni chuckled again and slowly turned your face to his, gazing at your (e/c) eyes. He gently pressed his lips against yours, melting into the kiss. The taste of tomatoes travelled from your mouth to his. The kiss seemed to last forever, until Toni pulled away slowly, dread filling your eyes. His eyes stared at your blushing face.
“_________~! You’re as red as a tomato~!” He said innocently.
Now noticing your bright red face, you quickly hid your face in his shirt.
“Bastard,” you responded, not even sounding serious at all.