Page 228 of Tangled up in You

Thrilling anticipation surged as I dressed, eager to uncover their intentions. Once clothed, I went downstairs, following the sound of voices and the tantalizing scent of fresh coffee and breakfast.

The sight that greeted me in the kitchen was one of domestic bliss—Nico stood at the stove, expertly flipping pancakes, while Franco chopped fruit at the counter, and Giovanni set the table. The scene was so typical and familial that it made my heart ache with a longing I hadn’t felt in years.

Nico glanced up as I entered, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Good morning, Tiffany. How did you sleep?”

I returned his smile, feeling a warmth spread through me at the genuine concern in his voice. “Morning, Nico. I slept like a baby. This place is amazing.”

Franco looked up from his task, his eyes meeting mine. “I’m glad you like it. We wanted you to feel comfortable here.”

Giovanni chimed in, a playful glint in his eyes. “Comfortable enough to want to stay forever, perhaps?”

I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re incorrigible, Gio.”

He winked at me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. “Just stating the obvious, bella.”

As we sat down to eat, the atmosphere was light and filled with easy banter. The men teased each other, their laughter infectious and their camaraderie evident. I was drawn into their dynamic, feeling a sense of belonging that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

After breakfast, we bundled up in our winter gear and stepped outside into the crisp, cold air. The men led me to a nearby shed, where snowmobiles awaited us.

My eyes widened in excitement as I realized what our adventure entailed. “We’re going snowmobiling?”

Nico nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “That’s right. Have you ever been before?”

I shook my head, my heart pounding with anticipation. “No, but I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Franco handed me a helmet, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Well, today’s your lucky day. We’ll take it slow initially, but you’ll catch on quickly.”

We mounted the snowmobiles, the engines roaring to life as we set off into the pristine wilderness. The thrill of the ride was exhilarating, the wind whipping around us as we navigated the snowy terrain. All three men expertly maneuvered their machines, their skill and confidence evident as they led the way.

As we rode, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom—a liberation from the constraints of my past and the uncertainties of my future. For a moment, it was just me, these gorgeous, dangerous men, and the untouched beauty of the world around us.

We spent hours exploring the vast expanse of the mountains, each one taking their turn and taking time to point out various landmarks and share stories of their childhood adventures. It was a side of them I hadn’t seen before—a carefree, joyful side that was a stark contrast to the intensity and darkness of their everyday lives.

As the day wore on, we found ourselves in a secluded valley, surrounded by towering pines and the soft hum of nature. We parked the snowmobiles and dismounted, our breaths visible in the cold air.

Franco approached me, his eyes filled with a warm intensity. “We have something else planned for you, Tiffany. A special surprise.”

I looked at him, my heart fluttering with anticipation. “What is it?”

He smiled, taking my hand in his. “You’ll see. Come with me.”

We walked through the snow. They led me to a clearing where a beautifully set picnic awaited us. A blanket was spread out on the ground, laden with an assortment of delicious-looking food and a bottle of chilled champagne. Candles flickered in glass holders, casting a warm, inviting glow over the scene.

I looked at them, my eyes wide with surprise. “You did all this... for me?”

Nico nodded, his voice soft. “We wanted to make today special for you. A day to remember.”

Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I was overwhelmed by the gesture and the depth of emotion behind it. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice choked with gratitude.

We settled on the blanket, Nico pouring champagne into flutes and handing one to me. As we clinked glasses, his eyes never left mine, the intensity of their gazes sending shivers of desire and longing through me.

The picnic was a feast for the senses—the food was delicious, the champagne bubbly and sweet, and the company... unforgettable. We laughed and talked, sharing stories and dreams, our connection deepening with every passing moment.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the valley, they moved closer, their bodies pressing against mine. The atmosphere shifted the air thickening with unspoken desires and longings.

Franco leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a soft, tender kiss. I melted into him, my body responding to his touch with an intensity that left me breathless. As our kiss deepened, I felt Nico’s hands on my waist, pulling me closer, his lips trailing a path of fire along my neck.

Giovanni joined in; his fingers entwined with mine as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The sensation of their combined touch was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

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