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This made me find my legs and walk away from him. I found a nightgown and threw it over myself. For this conversation I needed some kind of armor.
“A year is not enough.”
“Grazi, you’re running away from me.”
“I’m right here.”
“You’re on the other side of the room. A moment ago you were on my knee and now you’ve run away.”
“We don’t have to touch each other all the time, Salvatore.” I pushed the hair back from my face and let my head fall back exasperated. We were already fighting the world to have our happiness. My family was not talking to me, his family hated my blood. My father wanted Salvatore dead just to heal his evil ego. Why were we talking about children now?
“What did you say to me?”
“We don’t have to…” I didn’t get the chance to repeat myself because Salvatore crossed the space between us, picked me up and pinned me to the wall like I weighed nothing.
“You’d better wanna touch me all the time, Grazia Fiori.” The green of his irises intensified, like someone lighted a fire behind them. “I had to let you go out of my sight for almost years. I couldn’t touch you.I couldn’t touch what was rightfully mine. So let me be clear – you’d better be there when I reach for you.All the damn time.”
We were cold again. Just like that, in the blink of an eye, we turned from making love to fighting.
Looking down to where his paws where clutching me, I saw his knuckles were white.
“You’re holding me too tight. It hurts.”
Immediately, I felt the force of his grip loosening. He wasn’t physically able to hurt me. Even if he’d want to, his body wouldn’t comply.
“Tell me you understand, Grazia.”
“I understand, but I don’t want to talk about children. Do you understand that?”
“Never?” His voice broke.
“No, not never. Just not now.”
His lips touched mine just briefly before he spoke again.
“You will be such a good mother to our children, Grazi.”
“You know what my mother wanted to do before she had kids? She wanted to open a fashion boutique and she almost did it, but then she got pregnant and had eight kids, becoming a shadow of my father.” I shivered. “I don’t want that to happen to me.”
“Don’t compare me to your father.”
“I’m not.”
“Then what are you so afraid of?”
“I just feel like I still have things to do.” I bit my lip. “I got invited back to Milano.”
“Milano? To the dance school?”
“Ballet Academy, but yes. Franklin Walsh is coming back to Scalla for a few more weeks and he wants to work with me. Prepare me to audition for a spot at the Academy next year.”
“Who the fuck is Franklin Walsh?”
“One of the best danseurs in the world. He oversees every major ballet production in the world and a few times a year, he is invited at La Scalla to teach. It’s a great honor that he thought about me.”
“When did you get this news, Grazia?”
“A few days ago.” I admitted, biting my lips. “He emailed me.”
