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.I offer to take Nonna her plate and go up alone.When I knock on her door, I already smell roses.She’s doing a crossword puzzle.Her glasses slide off of her nose as she squints at the print.“Oh, hello, dear.You can help me, I’m sure.What’s a three letter word for humor? Tell me, please, before I throw this darn thing across the room.”A bubble of laughter bursts through my lips, and I set her plate down.I sit in the armchair beside her and look at the crossword clue.“Wit, I think.Wit is the answer.”She scribbles with her pencil and tosses the book to the side with simultaneous disdain and satisfaction.“I brought you some dinner.” I uncover the tin foil lined plate.“Well, that looks delicious.Did you make this, dear?” She picks up her fork.“Oh, no.” I shake my head.“Was it my Lorenzo? He’s a wonderful cook, you know.I taught him everything he knows.” She winks at me sweetly.“Stefan and I went out to eat.The chef made this especially for you.”“Then I’ll be sure to enjoy it.Thank you, Carina.” She pats my hand.“You’re—”The bedroom door opens and in walks Enzo, carrying a plate of his own.His shirt is unbuttoned enough that I can see the hardness of his chest peeking through.He looks tired and seems startled to see me in this room.“Carina brought me dinner, Lorenzo.Wasn’t that nice?”He puts the plate he’s holding on the dresser and folds his arms across his chest.“Yes, very nice.” He speaks to her but he’s looking at me as he leans against the dresser.“Hello, Carina.” He greets me, smiling, and still staring.His eyes haven’t moved elsewhere since he entered the room.I’m trapped in his gaze.“Hello, Enzo.” I feel that feeling again.The one I felt when he held me, when we danced today.I feel it ache inside me, and I hate it.Nonna’s fork clinks against the plate, and she clears her throat, drawing Enzo and I out of our staring contest.“I should be on my way.Enjoy your dinner.” I make my way to the door and keep my eyes on my feet.When I walk past Enzo, I hear him say, “Good night.”“Good night.” I shut the door behind me.I’m still buzzing from the wine at dinner, and I stumble as I walk down the stairs to our bedroom.The further I get from Enzo, the less I feel that terrible ache.By the time I open our bedroom door, I can see Stefan has been feeling the effects of the wine, as well.He’s passed out on the bed, clothes on, shoes on, lights on.He grumbles as I undress him and flirts with waking up when he hears his shoes thud to the floor.I pull back the covers with some effort, sliding him under, and then remove my own clothes and crawl in beside him.I fall asleep right away, but it is a muddy sleep, thick with wine.I sink down into the hidden layers of my own mind.My body is being touched—a touch I know.I feel my fiancé’s arms around me, and I tingle at the sensation.It’s hazy and dim.I’m in a bedroom, but it’s not mine and I’ve never been here before.I’m naked.Stefan’s kissing my neck, and he runs the palm of his hand over my bare breast and down to my thigh.I feel his hard-on pressing into my leg.When I try to speak, I have no voice.I move my lips, but there are no words, only my breath.I feel paralyzed as he roams my body with hands and mouth, but I feel pleasure nonetheless.A door opens.I’m on Bianca’s bed back in Tuscany.Stefan has his head buried deep between my legs, working to make me come, and I feel the bristles of his unshaven face rubbing against my thighs.I look toward the door and see Enzo standing there.He’s naked and hard as he watches what Stefan does to me.His gaze fixes on mine, as it almost always is, but then he moves his eyes over my body.I get aroused watching him and feeling Stefan move his lips and tongue between my legs.Stefan grabs my hips and pulls me closer to him.I open my mouth, and this time, while looking at Enzo, a sound does come out.I moan and it echoes through the room.Enzo walks toward the sound, and Stefan looks up.They both stare at me—each with their own hunger, their own lust—and I’m the only object.I’m not alarmed.I don’t wish to flee.Powerful desire ripples through me.I feel primal, and I want them both.“Let’s take her out on the balcony,” Enzo says.Stefan nods.I’m lifted off the bed, and they take each of my hands in one of their own.I walk between them and through the open glass doors.It’s night, but the sky is an odd shade, almost purple, and the moon above is stark white.We stop by the railing.Stefan’s behind me, and I’m facing Enzo as they sandwich me between their naked bodies.Stefan places his hands on my hips, and he kisses my shoulders.Enzo stares at my mouth, my neck.“Carina, I’m going to kiss you now [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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