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He sits down on the side of the bed just watching me, his blue eyes like lasers, piercing me with their intensity. I feel the urge to cover my face shyly, instead they blink a few times and just look back at him.
He grins at me, “Wow, that is quite something to say out loud.”
I show him my middle finger. He just laughs harder. “Okay, so you showed me yours, I'm gonna show you mine. Just so we're even and nobody has anything to hold against anyone.”
My eyes widen with interest and eyes straighten up, eager to hear what he has to say.
The smile drops from his face, and he looks down at his hands, “You are my happy place. When I want to escape…” he waves his hands in a similar manner as I had, “all this. I think of you; your soft skin, how pliable you are in my arms, the trust that you show me… better than any coke I could ever snort.”
I cock an eyebrow, trying to pretend my heart is not presently trying to drum its way out of my chest, “You snort your own merchandise?”
He gives me a look, “Hey, I am no addict, but if a client wants to do a line with me, I ain't got no objection.”
“Of course. I was just trying to buy some time to stop myself from opening my big fat mouth again.”
It’s his turn to quirk an eyebrow, “Why?”
I shrug one-shouldered. “I don't know I just never thought that you'd feel the same way as I did.”
His gaze meets mine and we just stare at each other, unblinking, unmoving, just allowing ourselves to drown in each other's eyes. A smile spreads on my lips without my permission, as happiness burbles in my chest, butterflies in my stomach, all of it.
“So now what?” He asks quietly.
I sit up, my legs folded, leaning on my hand and just studying him, “Tell me what you are up to? Why did you kidnap me?”
His jaw clenches, “Your cousin Tiziano slept with my fiancée.”
My stomach drops, “You have a fiancée?”
He waves that away, “Not anymore. I don't tolerate that kind of disrespect.”
I just have to ask, my hand on my heart as if that would protect it. “Do you love her?”
He snorts derisively, “Nah… I saved all my feelings for you.”
I can literally feel my heart jump at his words. “You know I don't love Patrizio, right?”
“Let’s just say that your revelation does not come as a surprise,” he says.
I smile at him, “Ok, then it looks like we’re both single,” I purse my lips provocatively.
“Except our families are still mortal enemies.”
I shake my head slowly, “So allow me to fantasize a little bit. What if we were the ones who ended that shit?”
He throws back his head and laughs, “I mean, I'm loving your optimism, but this isn't Romeo and Juliet. I don't think that's possible. I'm not even sure about what the origin of the beef is. I just know that when my dad hears the name Cardinali, he wants to shoot someone. Preferably your dad.”
“We've both lost people. Both sides have seen a lot of grief because of this… feud. Let's think outside the box. Do you want to try to find a solution for real?”
“I do, I would actually marry you right this minute,” he teases, but his eyes are serious.
I can't help blushing at his words, and then it hits me that that just might be the solution. Better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission. If we presented the families with a fait accompli, they would just have to accept it, wouldn't they?
“What are you thinking?” Romano asks looking at me cautiously, “I can literally see the cogs turning in your mind.”
I give him a side long glance wondering if I should express my thoughts to him. “You're going to think I'm crazy.”
His eyebrows shoot up, “I already think you are crazy, so just spill.”
