Page 92 of Unraveled

An older gentleman slipped down the aisle, making Cara move closer to Gian to avoid being bumped into by the guy’s shoulder. She didn’t mind.

She liked it there.

“I do, though,” she said.

“Hmm?”

“Love you, Gian.”

His smile grew and he kissed her quickly before pulling her into his side. Heading toward the cash with a six-pack under his arm, and a bottle of wine in her hand, Cara felt … settled. For the first time in weeks, she was okay.

“Now do we go back to pretending like we’re good and the last few weeks didn’t happen?” Cara asked.

“There’s no need to pretend. We’re perfect, mon ange. We always were.”

“In a crazy way, maybe.”

“In our way,” Gian murmured before he kissed the top of her head.

So, maybe loving this man wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

Maybe.

“Now, we’re going to go to your place, put one of those ugly fucking rom-com things on you like, get drunk, and then fuck tomorrow morning away,” he told her as he sat the liquor down on the counter.

The cashier’s eyes widened, and her cheeks pinked as she reached for the wine first to ring it through. “Usually, I’m supposed to greet customers, but I’m not sure what to say right now, so excuse me for saying nothing.”

Gian flashed the girl a smile. “Just tell me what I owe.”

“Thirty-five, twenty-two,” the girl said faintly.

Cara couldn’t even bother to feel embarrassed as she shook her head. “You are awful, Gian.”

“Yes, and you love it.”

They did exactly as he said they would—shitty movie, liquor, and all. But even when the morning came, and Cara was sure she was going to die from the way Gian’s tongue fucked her senseless, she still wanted to hear him say it.

Again and again.

Over and over.

“Say it again,” Cara demanded in a whisper.

Gian’s chuckles rocked against her inner thigh, and then higher as his lips kissed a path from her pubic bone to below her right breast. “Again?”

“Again.”

“Ti amo. Je t'aime. I love you. I can say it in three languages, donna, what more do you want?”

Cara wasn’t sure what she wanted, really.

Not entirely.

More mornings like this, definitely.

Soft sheets. Sunlight on her face. Gian in her bed.

Was that how love was supposed to go? Cara didn’t know.