Untangle Me

Chapter 59

Vincenzo

"Dai, Giada! The buildings will still be here in a few hours, our reservation won't!" I whine when Giada stops to take her fiftieth picture of one of the houses on this street. I'd like to consider myself a gentleman but I can't for the life of me understand what this woman could need so many pictures for.

All the buildings literally look the same. They're just white.

So I tell her to hurry this once.

Which makes her glare at me impatiently in return. "The lighting won't be the same! The sun is setting now! Look at it, it's so pretty! They won't give away our table if we're a little late. We're in Italy, Andrea, I'd be surprised if they even noticed," she says, waving her arms around excitedly.

They weren't lying when they said we Italians speak with our whole body.

Crackheads.

"I'll take you back here tomorrow at the same time, deal? And every other night until you got all the pictures you could possibly want, or your phone can't take anymore, whichever comes first. We'll come back until you're sick of the view if you'll just put me out of my misery and move along. I'm starving."

Giada looks at me, then our surroundings, then the sky. It's adorable when she gives the setting sun a scrutinizing look as if she was trying to figure out if it could be trusted to be back here tomorrow. Then she levels me with another long stare before sighing in defeat.

She skips over to where I am, links our arms together and makes me pinky promise to stay true to my word.

"Giada, we're not five," I laugh, only to get hit over the head.

"Don't make fun of me or pinky promises. Got it?" she asks, her accusing pointer finger dangerously close to my face and her eyes completely serious.

I bite back a smile.

"Yes, ma'am. I pinky promise we'll be back here tomorrow," I say solemnly.

"And every other evening until we can't take the view anymore," Giada adds.

I can't help but smile now. "Of course, Amore." When her pinky leaves mine and her hand falls to her side, I lean in so my head is next to her face. "You know I'd do everything for you. Pinky promise or not. All you have to do is ask."

She turns her head slightly, revealing a smile and a pink cheek to me. I kiss the warm skin once before adding, "Or occasionally beg."

She shivers even as we keep walking and I tighten my arm around her.

"Cold?" I ask, knowing damn well she's not. It's twenty-something degrees even at this time of day.

"No idea what you're talking about," she says. Sure, I'll let her have this one but the smirk on my face won't leave for a while. I love knowing what effect I have on her.

When we finally arrive at the restaurant, our table is in fact, not ready yet. Of course, my girl turns on me, her eyebrows arched, arms crossed though amusement clear in her eyes.

"You owe me an apology," she says simply.

"They said it'll be ready in two minutes," I defend myself.

"That would have been like ten more amazing pictures!" she insists.

"Giada, why are you so set on taking pictures? You don't usually take any."

"Well, I'm not usually in Italy. I just want to have something to remind me of this."

"Baby," I say, pulling her into my arms so she has to crane her neck to see me. "I meant what I said before. You ask, I deliver. You want to take a million pictures? I'll buy you more space on iCloud. Or let you pay, if you insist. You want to come back to Italy? Done.

"But please don't spend all your time looking at things through your phone. I get that it's been almost twenty years since you've been here but it won't be another till you come back, okay? So relax, and enjoy it," I tell her.

And I curse the waiter that interrupts this moment when Giada was beaming up at me like I just hung the moon and wrote her name on it. She doesn't know she deserves so much more.

The man tells us our table is ready so Giada follows him and pulls me along all the while I'm trying to figure out how to engrave a memory into my brain.

Ironic how I just lectured her about taking too many pictures when I would give anything right now to take one of her expression from a second ago. Her eyes alight with excitement and affection.

So achingly beautiful.

But I guess I can take my own advice. Who says I need to engrave that memory when I can simply make her look at me like that for the rest of our lives.

I pinky promise that to myself. To make sure she keeps being as happy as she seems tonight.

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