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"When we what?" I crack open my left eye that I didn’t even realize I'd shut, and focus it on Romeo.
"When you… tempt older men," Romeo roars, giving his chest a sad pelting with his right fist as he stares longingly out Giosuè’s bedroom window. "It’s atrocious. You deserve to be locked in a room with no key."
"I didn’t realize I'd provoked you."
"Well, you did, Dino." Romeo is extra grumpy tonight. "There. Happy? I’m an old man and you played with my feelings. Christ knows why I’m even saying this, because all of Italy would think I’m pathetic."
"No, they wouldn’t. Only the Americans would."
"I guess you’re right. Italy is the home ofCall Me By Your Name,after all."
"Well, I’m in my twenties, so it’s not exactly the same thing, but I get what you mean."
"You can’t walk ten feet in Rome without stumbling across a naked statue that looks exactly like you." Romeo’s cheeks flush pink. "Goddamnit, you’re beautiful. I can’t believe you’re making me say this shit. I should chop you up and feed you to sharks."
"At least if you murdered me, I’d be able to feel your hands on me."
Romeo pinches the bridge of his nose. "Summer sex schedule. Yay or nay."
"Nay."
Except I don't say this like a natural English speaker would.
It comes out asneeeeeeigh—like a horse.
Romeo looks like he wants to jab me with a spur. "I changed my mind. I no longer think you’re mature enough to be with a man like me."
"I’m not. That should be obvious."
I flash the dude nonstop and can’t stop throwing myself at him.
That’s not the hallmark of maturity.
Romeo picks at his thumb cuticle. "Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you’re not ready."
"Oh, I’m ready." I waggle my eyebrows. "As long as you keep it on the down low." I’m awful.
Romeo’s eyes narrow as a spark drifts out of his irises and floats into mine. "This is the worst mistake of my life, but I’m in my sixties and I’m not getting any younger, and I wanna do it."
"Well, I'd have to say yes first—and I haven’t."
"You already did."
"No, I said I was ready. I didn’t tell you Iwantedto do it."
"You’re so confusing."
"Relax, buddy. I’ll make up my mind soon enough."
Prying myself off Giosuè’s bed, I tiptoe toward my mob boss amore and settle onto his knee.
Romeo’s breath hitches and a hissy sound escapes his pursed lips.
I wiggle my bum, then grab his left hand and place it on my hip. "There. Now, we’re both more comfortable."
"My Italian sausage isn’t." Something hard and erection-y prods my ass.
I gently hold his hand. "It’s okay. So, what I wanted to tell you is that I’m down to be your summer thing, but I want a little more than a mere sexual arrangement. I want you to cuddle me, and you need to play Daddy for my stuffies. I act like a ho, but I have cuddle needs."
