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The car ride is short, but we’re both exhausted, and we don’t end up talking much.

At one traffic light, Marco reaches over and puts his hand on my thigh. I cover it with my own hand, noticing the ring again and smiling into the darkness.

I am yawning uncontrollably by the time we reach Marco’s house, although I should get used to calling it my house too.

He said “our house”, so I should too.

He takes my bag in one hand and holds my arm to steady me with the other.

In his room, we get into bed, and even though part of me wants to sleep, I ask him a few questions about the future he sees with me.

He tells me what he thinks, and I describe my own visions, including the wedding, our lives, and possible kids.

Once we fall silent, Marco cuddles up to me, his chest on my back.

I only last for a couple minutes of spooning before I turn over and kiss him again.

We quickly get naked and make love. This time it’s gentle and soft, and we barely make a noise.

It’s a comfortable pleasure, and I cum seconds before Marco.

He rolls over, and I place my head on his chest, kissing him once more before I fall asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Marco

Grazia is sleeping on my chest as I wake up.

I look around and smile.

I’m in my room, at my house, with my fiancé.

Her naked body is only just covered by a sheet, and I trace my finger down her arm and across her back, indulging in this moment of bliss.

She looks peaceful, with her soft skin and her dark hair spilling across my chest. Her chest rises slowly as she breathes deeply.

I decided to bring her back to this house, showing her that this is real, and she is no longer my prisoner.

We made love last night, in the cabana, and then again back at the beach house, and once more after we got into this bed.

It was soft, just like her skin, and slow and purposeful. I cannot be sure that I’ve ever had that experience with another woman.

Before we fell asleep, we spoke about how we want our lives to be.

Grazia told me about her dream wedding, and I gave her a brief breakdown of what I would like us to do in the next few years.

She broke down when she spoke about her family and how they might not want to be a part of this day, but I promised her that I would do my best to make sure that they are at the wedding so she could try to make things right with them again.

Family is important, even though I have my own issues with Luca specifically.

If he ever tries to draw his gun on me again he’s not going to be walking away. However, I want her to have this.

After what felt like the most special night we’ve had so far, she fell asleep in almost the same position she’s in right now, holding onto me tightly.

Now, waking up next to her feels so right, somehow.

Things are so different from how they were only a couple of weeks ago, when waking up next to her felt like a kind of betrayal.

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