He put the cigar away as he noticed you enter the balcony. He patted his lap as you sat on his lap, leaning on him. Clinging on one of his jackets that you grabbed from the drawer not to feel cold, you curled up in a ball as he pulled you closer. He smirked, kissing your forehead. "Someone's getting too comfy with my clothes that she barely uses her own clothes." Massimo chuckled, leaning closer. "I bought you too many expensive clothes, yet you choose to wear my old sweatshirts."