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He is in his boxer briefs, lying with his chest down and his face tilted to face me.
“How was it?” I twiddle with the sheets to keep my hand from stroking his ruffled hair.
“Come, baby, let me hold you,” he taps the mattress, and like a giddy fool in love, I climb quickly on the bed.
Baby.
I smile to myself as I curl to my side.
He said baby and he wants to hold me. Does this mean he doesn't want to get rid of me? But holding me? Doesn't that mean he doesn't want to have me as we were? What if he stops the sex too?
“Easy now,” he turns so he is spooning me and wraps his arm around me, “Easy.”
“I miss you,” I mumble, not wanting to let him hear me but also wanting to say it out loud.
“Orazio said you had quite the night,” he chuckles, “I texted him to get you wasted more than he planned to.”
“You did? Why?”
“I needed you to sleep fine, crash here in my bedroom so I could come back to hold you while you slept, but I got here and you weren't here.”
These mixed signals will kill me.
“Rosaline,” he slurs, “You feel so right,” he holds me firmer. “Mine,” he breathes into my neck, “fucking mine,” he exhales. “I feel like a lucky fucker.”
I smile.
If this is a dream, anyone who wakes me up is going to get grilled.
Chapter Thirty-One
BENEDETTO
“Congratulations, baby,” Orazio teases beside me with the pet name I fondly call Rosaline.
“I will throw you out of the fucking car,” I tsk and glower at him.
It's a perpetual swirl of conflict we both have and you'd think getting these new positions that we both just got would do us some character reforming.
“I would like to see you try, baby,” he winks at me and my grip around the steering wheel tightens.
“Orazio, I'm your capo now.”
“And I'm your underboss.”
“In the grand scheme of things, I give the orders and you respect me.”
“In the grand scheme of things, I am the one person that can mess with you,” he shrugs, “Baby, don't go pulling ranks on me,” he pouts.
“Fuck you,” I give him my middle finger and punch him playfully on the rib.
“We can do it here.”
“Do what here?”
“The fucking,” he blows me a kiss, and I swear I see trolls coming at me from the kiss.
“You have a fucking problem,” I focus my attention back on the road, “And I need to get home to sleep, I'm exhausted,” I yawn.
