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"Even for a virgin?"
"Especiallyfor a virgin," I growl—then go back for round two.
ChapterNineteen
Mattie
Medici is one freaky dude.
I mean—pastries on a dick?Who does that?
I love it. Brain, don't ever question this man. Don't ever think he’s weird.
This is what I’ve always craved.
Acceptance. Family. Warmth. Love.
I twine my fingers through his. "I’m glad we snagged this spot before your family got here."
Medici squeezes my hand. "They’ll come out any minute. We won’t be alone for long."
Water ripples around us as we relax in the swimming hole. Birds chirp overhead, munching on berries and building their nests. To our left, a trio of squirrels cackle as they start World War 3 over an acorn.
This is a special place. One of relaxation. One that comes straight out of a fairy tale.
"If we were in a fairy tale, which one would it be?" I ask.
Medici glares at me. "Fairy tales are German. Italians have Greco-Roman classics."
I roll my eyes. "I’m sure there are Italianfairy tales."
Hansel and Gretel. Isn’t that Italian?
Ahhhh, wait—that’s definitely German.
"Every fairy tale comes from Hesse-Kassel, Germany." Medici massages my lower back. "Once upon a time, two brothers—the brothers Grimm—needed a way to make some quick cash. They tried selling themselves on the street, but they’d outgrown the twink stage of male development and couldn’t find anyone willing to pay top dollar for their late-twenties bodies. They decided to become writers. They created Little Red Riding Hood, Peter and the Wolf, and Cinderella. Disney bought the rights to their work and they became millionaires."
I rest my head against his shoulder. "I’m pretty sure Pinocchio is Italian."
Medici snorts. "That’s not a fairy tale."
My eyes turn to slits. "What is it?"
He brings his fingers to his chin. "I’m not sure. You’ll have to ask Nonna—she knows her books."
I shake my head. "If you say so."
Yeah, Medici isn’t the literature buff I thought he was.
"Disney didn’t exist in the Grimm brothers’ time," I observe belatedly.
"First, it’s theBrothers Grimm," Medici chastises. "Get it right."
I ram my teeth on my lower lip. "Okay."
"Second, Disney’s claim to fairy tales transcends time. When the world was first forming, there was Disney to scoop up the best stories and make them shine."
"They’d have to be time travelers," I drawl.
