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I nod. “Okay, I’ll speak to him.”
She smiles brightly at me. “Perfect. And that brings us to the end of our session. Now, we don’t have a session again until Monday, so I’d like you to take this weekend and work on your communication with Elio. Let him know what your fears are, let him alleviate them for you.”
I rise to my feet, my hands sweaty and clammy. “I will. Thanks, Lena. I’ll see you on Monday.”
She continues to smile at me as she nods. “Monday,” she repeats.
Walking out of the doctor’s office, I’m surprised that it’s Elio who’s waiting for me. Usually, it’s Mattia. Since we’ve been back in Indianapolis, I’ve had a guard on me whenever I leave the house, and that’s Mattia. He drives me to and from my appointments and anywhere else I need to go.
“Hey,” I greet, happy to see him.
The second I reach him, his hand slides around my waist and he presses a kiss against my lips. “Hey, baby, good session?”
I nod, blissful and content to be in his arms. “Yeah. Not that I’m not happy, but what are you doing here?”
He grins. “Finished for the day,mia amata.Are you hungry?”
“Sure. Can we go home and eat there?”
His brows knit together but he agrees. He pulls out his cell and orders Mattia to get us lunch and bring it to the house. He keeps a hold of my hand as Lorenzo drives us home. I’m nervous, my stomach filled with butterflies and dread. I’m scared but excited, hoping that we can get through this. I miss him. God, I loved being with him but hated the way he treated me during and after. The pleasure he gave me was out of this world, and I want to learn, to be able to reciprocate it.
Mattia’s already waiting for us when we arrive at the house. He hands Elio the bag of food and gives us a nod. “Thank you. The house is covered. You’re both free for the rest of the day.”
I smile, glad that he’s giving both Lorenzo and Mattia some free time. They’ve worked hard the past few months since we’ve come back to Indianapolis. Both men need a pay rise.
“Sit down,mia amata,” Elio instructs as he walks into the kitchen. “I’ll get lunch ready.”
I do as he says and take a seat on the couch, unable to keep the smile from my face. I hear the fridge door opening and it’s followed by the sound of a pop can opening. He remembered that I love Pepsi.
God, I love this man. He’s so affectionate and caring. It’s not just how he makes me feel, but the little things that he does for me. Like charging my cell because he knows I’ll forget. Leaving a book on my nightstand because he knows I like to read sometimes. He’s found out every little thing about me and has shown that he cares. I can’t deny my feelings any longer. Elio is my husband, and I love him more than I could have ever thought possible.
He walks into the living room carrying a plate of food for me–a salad with chicken and pesto—and a glass of cold Pepsi. “Thank you,” I whisper. That feeling of love and happiness spreads through my body, reaching all the way down to my toes.
It’s a far contrast from having the coldness seep in. I much prefer this one.
He returns, and I see that he has pizza for lunch and shake my head. He also has a beer. I love that he’s able to turn off from work when he comes home.
“Okay,mia amata,” he says once we’re eating. “I’ve let you get your thoughts together. What’s happened?”
I should have known he would suspect something was going on.
I shake my head. “Nothing,” I assure him. “Lena and I were discussing our relationship and what I wanted out of it.”
He continues to eat, but his gaze is intense as he watches me. I know that Lena thinks we need to communicate more, but I think we’re doing okay. We’re open and honest about the majority of things. One subject we won’t touch is Elio’s work. He said it’s touched me enough, and it won’t happen again. I know that he feels that deeply, so I let it be. Other than that, we try to be honest.
“I want you,” I say with a stupid grin. “So fucking much. I ache for you.”
He closes his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he takes a deep breath. “Good,” he says thickly. “Because, baby, I feel the same fucking way.”
Shivers run along my body at his words.
“But I’m scared. I don’t want to go back to being distant. I want to feel loved when we have sex, Elio. I want to be able to look at you, touch you, and have you do the same to me.”
“Trust me,” he says, placing his plate down onto the coffee table. “I won’t take my fucking eyes off you, baby. I want to watch every emotion on your face as I make you shatter. You don’t have to worry. I won’t hurt you. But I will pleasure you.”
I follow suit and put my plate onto the table, my appetite for food diminished but my appetite for him growing. I get to my feet, my body shivering with anticipation. Every step I take toward him feels as though time has halted. Everything fades away, and it’s only us.
“I’m falling so hard for you,” I whisper.
