Page 105 of La Dolce Vita

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The storm passed. They lay naked on wet pillows underneath a sky covered in stars. The humidity in the air and the passion shared between them, kept their bodies nice and warm.

Mirabella sighed.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I guess that talk about my hair was for nothing."

"Your hair is beautiful," he said.

"It's so peaceful here, so beautiful at night," she said. "Reminds me of times on my grandfather's farm."

He didn't respond.

"Maybe we should think of building a home out here. That way we can come more often. Zia and Rocco aren’t getting younger. It takes a toll on them going between Sorrento and here," she said.

“What if we just move Rocco and Zia to Sorrento with us.”

“Are you serious!” she shot forward. “Gio? Are you serious?”

He smiled. “I was thinking that...”

She attacked him with a hug. She kissed his face and squealed like a woman who had just an Olympic medal. "Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you. That's what I want. For them to move in."

"Okay, Bella. I'll talk to the old man. See where his head is on the subject."

She grinned and let him go. She dropped back on the soggy pillows. He rubbed her thigh and kissed her lower belly before placing his head on her lap once more.

"Tomorrow I will send for the doctor," he said.

"Dominic said she was a good doctor?" Mirabella asked.

"I haven't heard from him. We'll meet with her and decide if she is good or not. Just like you wanted."

Mirabella chuckled. "You know we can't stay here. We're wet; the horses are wet. We..."

"We'll leave when we are ready," he said and smacked her ass. "Maybe we can skip therapy."

"Huh?"

Giovanni sat up. He laid next to her on his back so he too could stare up at the stars. "I was thinking. Therapy is just about you talking through your problems, your fears. I’ve been educated. I'm a good listener. I'm your Godfather. Bring your problems to me."

"You're my husband not my Godfather. You went to law school, not medical school. And who says you're a good listener?"

He pinched her nipple, and she howled with laughter. "That hurt, Gio!"

"Talk to me. Tell me what's in your nightmares. I'll cure you."

"We tried that remember? It doesn't work. Besides, we just end up arguing."

He nodded.

"I'm sorry for that," he said.

"Don't be," she said. "Look! Oh gosh!" She pointed. Giovanni eased up on his elbows. They stared at a shooting star as it fell across the sky. Now that the storm was gone, the glacial display of the heavens stretched as far as their eyes could see.

"Make a wish," he said and rubbed her back.

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