Page 95 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

“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.

If it was, she had already been doing this with Gian for months.

So why did it feel different now?

Why was it better?

“Again?” he asked, hovering over her on the bed.

Cara smiled, pushing up on her elbows to kiss his mouth that tasted like her. “I love you.”

Gian smirked. “Again?”

“Always.”