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I don’t have the expertise or energy to unpack a woman like Giulia Bianchi, but if I had to guess, I’d say she was a raving narcissist.
As we turn to go, some names on a group of gravestones catch my eye, and I feel the sad, bitter twist of my heart.
Rosetti.
Rosetti.
Rosetti.
Mia starts to turn around. “What are you looking at?”
Ennio is a lucky bastard in some ways. I wonder if a beautiful woman will lay flowers on my grave when I’m gone.
I put my hand on her shoulder and steer her toward the exit. “Nothing. Fancy a beer? I know a place.”
The place I know is on the other side of town, up a long and windy road. It’s one of my favorite drives in this city, up into the hills where it’s peaceful and you can leave everyone and everything behind.
We haven’t seen another car for twenty minutes when I park at a deserted lookout. The city is spread below us, and Mia’s face is lit with delight.
“I’ve never been up here before. I didn’t even know you could get such a good view from these hills.”
We sit on the hood of my car, watching the sun go down and swigging from bottles of beer we picked up along the way.
I peel the label from my beer bottle, roll it in my fingers and throw it out into the void. “I think I’ll be dead soon, Bambi.”
She stops with the bottle halfway to her lips. “What? Don’t say that.”
“That’s just how it is with Rosetti men.” I clench my jaw, glaring at the setting sun. “We passed all their graves today.”
It felt like they were lined up and waiting for me.
“I keep messing up. That’s never mattered to me before, but this time I might actually have something good on my hands. Something that makes me not want to go.”
I look at Mia, her face burnished with golden sunlight. She’s the only thing that makes me want to be a better man, and the harder I pursue her, the more likely I am to wind up six feet under.
“I shouldn’t be here with you. I should be trying my best to make things work with your mom. It’s the fastest route to the things I thought I wanted.”
“But...?” she asks.
“But I can’t stop thinking about you.” What a terrible seduction technique. Honesty isn’t sexy.
Or maybe it is, because Mia leans over, tilts her face up to mine, and kisses me. A slow kiss, filled with the passion of unspoken words.
I think I need you.
What if you’re my person?
I’m half in love with you already.
The beer bottle slips from my fingers and clatters onto the gravel. Still kissing her, I stand up and swing around to face her, both of my hands cupping her jaw.
I kiss her like I’m about to be ripped away from her forever.
There’s no one around. It’s just me and her up here, and I pull her top up over her head. She’s not wearing a bra and her nipples tighten in the cool air. With an arm around her waist, I lower my mouth and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. She cries out and threads her fingers through my hair, holding on to me.
I need her. I need her so much.
Mia helps me get her pants off her. Her body is delicious in the light of the setting sun, and I drink my fill of the sight of her. Her warm skin painted golden. The way her long, curly hair is rippling in the breeze. The whole city is spread below us. They can’t see us, but it feels good not to hide away for once.
