Page 168 of My Sweetest Obsession
“Gigi,” I said her name like a prayer, thrusting deeper, making her cry out to the heavens.
I roared as I came deep inside her again.
Once the wave of ecstasy passed and we floated back down from the rush, I slowly pulled out of her. I carefully removed her blindfold, eager to look into her eyes, and slowly freed her body from the restraints. My heart raced as I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers.
“I'll be back,” I murmured against her lips. On shaky legs, I went to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth in warm water. Upon returning, I knelt beside her and cleaned off the leftover wax, ensuring every bit was wiped away from her skin.
Once I was done, I pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her naked body against mine. The world around us faded into a soft blur, and for a heartbeat, it was just the two of us.
Our souls were bound to one another.
One dark, one light.
A perfect balance.
The snow had finally melted, and the bright green grass looked more alive than it had in the last few months. But today, the bright sun’s warmth was unable to soothe the ache that filled my heart.
This past year had been a whirlwind of heartaches, loss, and grief. But amongst the darkness, flickers of hope and goodness emerged, providing me with just enough strength to push forward.
“Are you ready, baby?” Nico’s voice pulled me back to the present. I turned to him, finding his eyes filled with concern.
I offered him a reassuring smile, a silent promise that I would be okay—that we would be okay. “Yeah, I’m ready.” I shifted my gaze to the window and reached for the door handle. But before I could grasp it, Nico gently pulled my hand away.
“Don't even think about it.” He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on my lips, then an affectionate peck on the tip of my nose, making me giggle like a schoolgirl.
He flashed a playful grin before stepping out of the car and closing the door behind him. My door swung open, and Nico extended his hand, which I gladly took.
As I stepped out, he closed the door and tilted my chin, his thumb brushing my jawline, urging my gaze to meet his. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
I felt a swell of gratitude for his care and how much he wanted to protect my heart. “Yes, I am.”
He studied me for a long, silent moment, as if searching my eyes for any flicker of doubt, before finally nodding. “Okay. Let’s go.”
His fingers interlaced with mine. Hand in hand, we walked down the stone path that led to the cemetery. The only sounds were the gentle rustle of the wind through the trees and the chirping of birds.
When we finally stood before the black headstone, I placed a bouquet of red and white roses at its base, then reclaimed Nico’s hand.
In Loving Memory of
Serafina Moretti
1963 - 2025
Beloved wife, mother, and friend.
Forever in our hearts.
“Thank you, Serafina, for believing in me,” I whispered. “And for loving me as if I were your own. I will never forget you.” Tears streamed down my face, and I hastily wiped them away. “You didn’t deserve this. I’m so sorry for what happened to you.” My lips trembled, and Nico’s hand tightened around mine, grounding me.
My gaze fell upon another, smaller, gray stone nestled in the green grass. I traced the etched words.
Our little angel—too beautiful for this world.
I laid down a single rose and an angel wings figurine atop the stone. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.” I let out a shaky breath. “And wonder what you would have looked like… what you would have been like,” I whispered, my heart aching. “I’m so sorry…you were taken too soon, my sweet baby.”
I instinctively pressed a hand against my stomach, the other covering my face as I succumbed to tears for our precious child. An innocent angel lost far too early, a future stolen before it could even begin.
Nico wrapped his arms around me, drawing me close as my body shook with the force of my grief. I felt the tremor of his own emotions, and together, we sat, cocooned in each other’s warmth until our sobs faded. Finding comfort in the sound of our beating hearts.
