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My phone buzzes on the bedside table, and I reach for it, then groan when I see that it’s Vlad.

Vlad: You haven’t RSVP’d. I’m about to book your hotel room … are you bringing a plus one?

I stare at the message for a second, not sure what to write. I still haven’t booked my flight. Because Matteo plans to visit his mom, we were trying to coordinate our trips. He thinks we can steal a few days together before heading off in different directions. I was supposed to look into where we could meet, but I haven’t, yet.

Elizabeth: Not sure. I need to ask him.

Vlad: There’s a plus one? You’ve kept him a secret.

Elizabeth: I don’t even know what your fiancé looks like!

Vlad: You’ll meet her soon. What’s his name?

I don’t answer, but set my phone to silent and put it back on the bedside table. I climb out of bed, naked and walk into the shower. Matteo is already inside the enormous walk-in space, large enough to fit half my apartment. Dark stone and sheets of glass separate the shower from the rest of the bathroom.

He’s lathering soap all over his arms and shoulders I can’t help staring. His hair is now slicked back by the water, his body seems even more lean and toned. Above him the oversized rainfall shower head sends a steady torrent of water. Thick streams cascade over his body, washing away the soap suds, and leaving droplets trickling down his sculpted body.

My insides start to heat just looking at him. I walk into the shower which is big enough for ten people, and he turns around and looks at me, surprised, not smiling, or amused, just wearing a neutral expression, like he doesn’t know how to deal with me.

I feel a tinge of sadness because a few hours ago we’d been tangled together in bed, our bodies sated and sweaty, sharing secrets that bonded us closer together. Now there’s a distance between us again, hard to ignore.

I close the shower door behind me, turn the water flow down until it's merely a soft trickle, quiet enough so he can hear me. He raises a questioning eyebrow.

“Would you like to be my plus one at the wedding?”

Water droplets trickle down his face. A few drip from his lips, and more trail down his chest. I place my hands on his hard chest, waiting for an answer.

He appears to think about it, and then he asks, “Do you want me to be your plus one?”

“I'd love for you to be my plus one.”

Relief floods his face, his expression softens. “Okay,” he says, hesitating for a split second I almost missed it.

“Good. I put my arms around his waist, and notice that his cock is hard already. “I don't like it when we argue.”

“Me neither.” He cups my face. Trickles of water from the shower gently wet my back, and part of my hair. But I'm not here to shower. I drop to my knees and slide my mouth along his shaft.

It takes him by surprise.

His hand rests on my head, the other resting against the glass wall.

I want to make him feel good, like he made me, when I woke up. This man carries old wounds, complicated family baggage and insecurities he rarely lets anyone see. Just because his scars sometimes make him jealous, or protective, or suspicious, doesn’t mean I have to hold it against him.

I have my own scars, too.

It doesn't mean we have to argue about silly things.

So I take him in, slowly, all the way in, my hand firmly around his girth, as I pump, then suck, alternating my movements, and feel him hardening even more. He grunts, pressing his hand into the glass, as steam curls around us.

I suck him gently, then hard, until he comes in my mouth, ropes of thick white cum hitting the back of my throat.

Then he helps me to standing, turns on the shower faucet and we stand under the water, arms wrapped around one another, like we don’t want to let go.

Chapter 29

MATTEO

“Thanks for coming.”