Jullianne had to admit that she had no clue of what the shouting was about. She may had known in the last hour, but right now? Right now, it just seemed that stupid and tiring game they play of who goes too low and hurt the other first. She had screamed about the stupid dishes in the sink and Lucas had shouted back about some paper work in their bed, it was all too much if she was going to be honest, they’re either too proud or too stupid to just stop the fight in the moment they had both agreed that nothing was going to be solved in that night and yet…The shouting was still going on and on and in on point of the night Julie had screamed about how she didn’t give a flying fuck about the stupid condemned building that he was so wanted to purchase for some damn reason. “That’s because you are a spoiled little brat!” He had shouted back at her and that was the moment that she though ‘well here we go…’, they both stared at each other for a moment before Julie gave one step closer, a sarcastic smile painting her lips, one of her hands was left in Lucas chest. “Well, darling, I don’t give a fuck about you and your little shows of displaying how much you care about these things.” Her wrist was taken by him, he looked serious while giving a step closer to her, there’s no such thing as space between them and yet it seemed like both were craving to get even closer. Lucas leaned over, their faces almost touching, his eyes locked on hers, Julie didn’t dare to move, but she also didn’t look away the anger still very much present in her eyes. “You give so many fucks, they’re visible from space.” His voice was low and husky and made all her body shiver in a way she always hated. Damn him. “Fuck you.” She did sound like a spoiled girl who hadn’t got what she wanted. “I bet you want to.” The words made her gasp in surprise, not like they weren’t always full of dirty words, but usually was her that made sexual remarks during fights. The change was nice, still she was so mad that he called her spoiled that she wouldn’t give in and admitted that she truly wanted to fuck him. Her lips carefully brushed against his, not a kiss, not even a peck, just a brush of lips that made her taste like the mint toothbrush mixed with whisky. “Goodnight, your majesty.” She whispered in a playful tone before turning back on her heels and marching out of the living room leaving a very suprised and frustrated Lucas behind.