Sergio Agosta was a killer who hid behind a charming smile - but a killer nonetheless. He'd learnt the hard way that actions always had consequences. Which was why he was going after the one thing that would be his one and only shot at revenge - the...
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I barely managed to make it inside the house before Sergio had to pick me up bridal style and lay me gently onto the bed - our bed. Just thinking about it in that way made me smile. Maybe it was all the time that we had spent together or maybe it was just that this beautiful man was starting to grow on me. I could feel something between us now - something exponentially bigger than what I had felt on the night that I had first met him - and I was sure that I wasn't the only one who was feeling it. I could feel the shift in our relationship as I realised that Sergio had bared bits and pieces of his soul to me by taking me to his special place today - something that I couldn't be more grateful for. It made me understand and empathise with him and made me want to be there for him, no matter our history or what had happened between us before this moment. All I knew was that Sergio was human - just like any of us - and I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to understand the deepest and most complex parts of himself that he kept hidden from the rest of the world. Would he even let me in? Did he even feel half of the things that I was currently feeling?
I watched as his broad shoulders tensed before he lifted his arms from under my body. The entire car ride had been that way - passed in tense silence. I had chalked it up to him being exhausted after our day out but I wasn't so sure anymore. But then again, he had promised to take me out again tomorrow. So that was good...right?
Dio mio. I was so confused right now and my head was all over the place. I just wanted - no, needed - him to kiss me. To kiss all the pain away. To kiss me like he needed me. Because it sure as hell was what I needed right now, at this moment. I waited with bated breath as I watched him get into bed beside me. The dim light in the room reflected on his face, casting an eerie glow around it. His stubble looked darker and his jaw, more defined as he crossed his arms behind his head and laid back to look at me.
We both didn't say a single word as we stared at one another, drinking each other in. Slowly, as if I was almost scared, I reached out a hand to touch his face. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, meeting me halfway. A breath caught in my throat as my fingers lightly grazed his jaw, his scruff feeling scratchy on my hand. Steadily, I dragged my hand upwards as I traced the contours of his nose, his eyelids and his eyelashes. God, they were so pretty. I was almost jealous of how beautiful his lashes were. I let my fingers fall down and touch his cheek as I stroked his face up and down in a gentle motion.
This moment between us felt so intimate - something we had never done before. Up until now, there had been a cloud looming over our heads. The energy between us full of hatred, resentment and lots of unsaid words. I really wanted to get to know this man in front of me - desperately. I wanted to know the boy that had been hurt before, the vulnerable person that gazed at me so softly with those whiskey colored eyes that I could see myself drowning in.
"What are we doing, mia gioia?" He whispered his earlier question, his gruff voice sounding way too loud in the silence in the bedroom.
"I don't know." I replied. "But I'm trying really hard to figure it out."
