AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I straighten, turning as he slides out of me. I kiss him on the lips. “Let me go clean up,” I whisper.
He nods.
I use the bathroom, grateful that Elio’s bedroom has both the little adjoining sitting area and a bathroom. While I hadn’t exactly thought it was a good idea to move my stuff in with his when we got here, I’m definitely grateful for it now. I grab a new pair of underwear, tugging them up as I walk back.
Elio has our clothes put away. He’s standing in a pair of boxers, and he gestures to the couch. “Come sit with me, Caterina,” he murmurs.
I practically skip over.
I cuddle next to Elio, enjoying the feel of his chest. I can hear the pulse of his heart against my ear, a steady rhythm that feels calming as my own heart comes down from the gallop it was at earlier.
Elio sighs. “This is good, Caterina.”
“I agree.”
Suddenly, he swears lightly in Italian.
I bristle. “What is it?”
“The condom, amore. I forgot one. Again.”
“Oh,” I say.
The word feels small.
“I am sorry, Caterina,” he says. The couch sinks as he moves next to me, and he pulls me tighter into his arms. “I will not forget next time.”
“It’s okay,” I whisper. Then, I say the words that I’ve been thinking, out loud.
To my shock.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if Luna had a sibling.”
Elio sucks in a breath. I feel his fingers under my chin, and he turns my face so that I’m looking at him.
His face is so serious, it makes me shiver
“Caterina,” he growls. “Do not lie to me. Ever.”
“Okay,” I say.
I hope that he doesn’t mean lies I might have already told.
“Do you speak the truth, when you say this?”
I want to sigh with relief.
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
When he kisses me, it’s so full of joy, I think my heart might burst.
Elio ends the kiss, pulling back, but not before he presses another light one to my lips. “Then I will not worry so much about it,” he murmurs.
“Okay,” I whisper. I turn my head into his shoulder and press a kiss there, over the top of one of his tattoos.
The skin is rough under my lips. I pull back and trace it with my fingers. “What’s this?”
“Gunshot wound,” he murmurs.
