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"Elora, we're here," I whisper, she'd fallen asleep on the drive over, she looks angelic. I gently shake her, "Angel." She groans before her eyes flutter open, "I'll grab your bags." I say before opening the truck and leaving her bags in the house. I walk back out to the car and she's still asleep, "Elora when was the last time you slept?" I ask while leaning against her side of the car, "Six months ago." She groans before stepping up.
"Let's go sleep," I say before throwing her over my shoulder. "Im not heavy?" She sounds shocked, "No, I could bench press you on my worst day." I walk her up to my bedroom and lay her in the bed, "I can't sleep now I'm thinking about chocolate chip cookies." She throws the cover off of herself before getting up, "let's go, we're making them now." She begins pulling me downstairs.
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"Ive never baked before," he admits. "That is obvious, ill teach you." I smile before pulling things from the fridge and cabinets.
My grandma's recipe has been passed on for generations and generations. 1 cup of softened butter 1 cup of white sugar 1 cup packed brown sugar 2 eggs 2 teaspoons of vanilla extract 1 teaspoon baking soda 2 teaspoons hot water 1/2 teaspoon salt 3 cups of all-purpose flour 2 cups of chocolate chips (extra is best.) *optional* 1 cup of chopped walnuts bake at 350 degrees for 10 minutes after preheating the oven. I go over it in my head multiple times making sure I remember it.
"Im surprised all of this stuff is here," I say while looking at all of the ingredients. "What do we do with all this stuff?" Enzo asks while running his fingers through his hair. "Calm down, and grab a bowl, no two, two bowls and baking pans," I muttered trying to get myself together, Enzo begins rummaging through things, eventually, he places two bowls and a baking pan on the counter.
"Okay and measuring cups, we need those." He pulls them out and places them on the counter, "so before we have sex we should talk while making cookies." I smile before grabbing one of the bowls, "Okay, about?" "When we- I broke up with you, you said you hated me, did you mean that?"
"I loved you so much it hurt, I was hurt." Lorenzo Romano told me his feeling, wow. "Loved, past tense, you don't love me anymore? and can you crack the eggs in that bowl?" I say while pointing to the unused bowl, "I still love you it just doesn't hurt anymore." I smile at his words, "You said you weren't happy, is that true?" He asks while cracking the eggs, "I wasn't I was miserable but I'm better now, next is the vanilla extract 2 teaspoons."
I look over at the bowl of cracked eggs and there filled with shells, "Okay Enzo how about you stand over there and look pretty." I smile while pointing away from the counters, it is cute. Him being clueless. "You think I'm pretty huh?" "Well, not that exact word but yes, you- you are distracting me." I say trying to focus, "can you preheat the oven to 350 degrees please?" He nods before walking over to the oven and pressing buttons I don't bother to pay attention to.
"Done," he says while I roll the dough into little balls before placing them in the oven. "How many women, did you sleep with while we weren't together?" I ask as the question had been running through my mind. He doesn't answer just stands there, "nevermind I don't want to know." Numbers run through my mind, high numbers.
"Tonight I am going to fuck you, and only you until you can't move." He whispers in my ear causing shivers to go down my spine and my legs could've given out at that moment, "dirty, dirty boy." I say under my breath before letting out a small chuckle, "how long does the oven take?" He asks, "Maybe five minutes I don't know." He doesn't respond just throws me over his shoulder, "that's plenty of time."
He gently lays me on the bed, "the cookies." I mumble before he connects our lips, god his tongue felt so good with mine. He pulls my shirt off while our lips are still connected, "what the fuck are those?" He asks referring to the hickeys down my chest, fuck.
I hooked up with a guy, more than once and I told him to not to leave marks but he obviously didn't listen. "It's just from some guy, its nothing." "How many guys?" he asks while handing me back my shirt, "one." its the truth, "they are from different times, all different shades, how many fucking guys Elora?" He was getting upset, "One we just hooked up more than once." I slip my shirt back on and when it's on he's gone.
I hear the oven beeping and get up, I place the cookies in the oven while exploring the house. It was nice but I still didn't see him. "Enzo," I call out. He doesn't answer, I fucked up.
I go out on the porch that leads out to the beach, I see him standing in the sand looking out to the water which was black besides the glimpse of ocean we could see when the water hit up against the shore.
I walk up behind him, "how many times?" He asks, "it's been six months I mean-" "Exactly Elora, six months, and you were fucking another guy not even talking to me unless it was work-related, not thinking about me nothing for six months, go back inside." He demands.
"I started crying, during sex with him because he wasn't you, I never stopped thinking about you Lorenzo, I am falling in love with you, and breaking up with you will forever be my biggest mistake, don't ever doubt that." I turn around to walk back inside and he doesn't stop me.
I sit on the counter watching as the timer on the oven counts down, waiting for the cookies and for him to come back. The timer reaches 0:00 I jump off of the counter and take them out, "mi fai sentire integro, sei il Mio Angelo." I smile at his words, "Im sorry for breaking up with but the Mafia has changed me, I won't ever leave you again." I smile at him before running into his arms, "then marry me."
AN: put the Italian in google translate, I would tell you what it said but it's special so work for it.
