Obsessively In Love

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             —FEELINGS—

                      DAISY

WARNING MATURE CONTENT!!

      I couldn't wait to put this crazy looking shower to use. Getting inside I look around at all the different kinds of buttons not knowing which one does what I just started pressing them all. After a few minutes I finally got it to the temperature that I wanted letting the hot  water run down my body I looked down at the shower floor to see it glowing different colors looking around the rest of the shower it all had a soft glow to it. Feeling myself completely calm for the first time since I woke up on the plan I let the hot water continue to cascade down my body allowing my tight muscles to relax. I'm always always in fight or flight mode and for good reason but it takes a huge toll on my body but I've never had a choice I can't help but feel completely helpless when I am around Lorenzo. It makes me feel weak and it just pisses me off. It's like his masculine energy is so dominant that I am finally able to feel safe around someone even though his approach to our relationship definitely needs work. Compared to my past relationships he is doing a million times better. Reeling my thoughts back in  I wash up and finally step out the shower walking into the bedroom and start to get ready. Deciding that I wanted to tease him tonight I go with something more revealing I put on a black panty and matching bra set  with diamonds up the strap and hip line and put a green night dress over it.

        I decided to leave my hair down in its natural waves and put on moisturizer leaving my skin feeling soft deciding on not wearing makeup I make my way to the kitchen where I can smell that Lorenzo was already cooking something. When the kitchen finally came into view Lorenzo's naked back was facing me. I took my time to check him out letting my eyes rank over all my all his tattoos that litter his skin crawling up the back of his neck into his Hairline. I noticed how the grey sweatpants  hugged his ass and thighs I watched how his back muscles flexed when he moved his arms around grabbing different seasonings. "Are you going to actually sit down or just stare at me the whole time." He teases before finally turning a round and taking in my outfit he shamelessly lets his eyes rank over my body letting them linger on my legs and breasts before finally connecting with my eyes. "Cazzo fanculo le cose Che voglio farti." His deep voice sends familiar shivers down my spine. (Fuck the things I want to do to you.) Shrugging my shoulders  I slowly walk up to him running my fingers along the countertop until I'm standing directly in front of him I let my eyes rank up his tatted stomach and chest finally looking up at him innocently. "Se fai il bravo ragazzo, potrei lasciarti vivere I tuoi sogni bagnati." I blink up at him with a small smile. (If you are a good boy I might let you live out your wet dreams.) He eyes widened with surprise before quickly recomposing himself. "Wait a minute you can speak Italian? And you haven't said anything." He asked pulling away from me and going back to the stove attending to the food. I took a seat on a stool across from him before answering. "Where's the fun in that? I wanted to know if there were things that I needed to know but you were trying to keep from me so I played stupid." I shrug looking at the skull that was on his back with its dark eyes along with all the abstract designs blended into his skin but even with all the ink I can see scars. He nods his head turning to give me a glance. "Smart thinking. Like I said you continue to surprise me." He turns back to cooking. "So what are you cooking?" I asked trying to see over his broad shoulders. "Bistecca alla fiorentina and cacio e Pepe." His answer surprises me it's crazy to believe a man of his stature has cooking skills. (Italian beef steak and spaghetti dish.)   "Wow it's hard to think you actually cook. Where did you learn?" I ask he went still for a moment before answering. "My mother. Now go sit at the table it's almost done. " He diverts away from the conversation and I let him for now but we're going back to it. He pisses me off with that always wanting me to open up to him but doesn't want to let me in and know anything about him.