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Goodbye

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Goodbye.

When I arrived a was only 7 years old.
I never left, I stayed hidden behind those doors.

Always watching people come and go, that's the thing, they always came back.

Me? I don't know if a can. At least not for a while.

" it's time tesoro" Senio calls me from behind, one hand on my shoulder, my eyes set on those closed doors.

But this time, I'm the one on the other side.

I turn to face Senio " I'm ready" i whispered.
He nods his head, holding my hand he leads me to the car.

Once inside I turn to look at the mansion through the window.

Thank you.

~~

Arsenios private plane was ready to go when we arrived.
We out the car and he leads me to the stairs.
" go I'll be in a second" he kisses my forehead and turns to talk to Stefano an other men.

I look around the plane. It been a while since I've been in one.
I take a seat and try to make comfortable.

Minutes later Senio comes back. I frown "no Stefano?" I asked him. He shakes his head
"No Stefano amore" sitting next to me he pull up his phone and types a quick text.

Moments later the pilot announced we were finally taking off.

I close my eyes and took a deep breath.
In and out.
Senio holds my hand and I squeezed it.

"We've been in the air for ten minutes amore, everything is fine" he assured me.
I open my eyes slowly then look at him.

His eyes soften when met with mine "you need some rest" he states, " come" and so we stand up and he leads me to the back of the cabin that turned out to be a small bedroom.

I honestly didn't think it twice and flop on the bed, he chuckled raising a brow he asks me "want me to join you?" A teasing tone laced his words " si my love"

Once we were both cuddling in bed I let myself rest, letting sleep consume me.

~~~

When I opened my eyes I was met with a snoring Senio, hehe he looks cute snoring.
He's not that loud so it's cute.
Turning, I snuggle closer to him my face now buried in the crook of his neck.

I take in a long sniff, he smells like a man. My man. il mio uomo.
He pulls me closer, shifting a little so his whole front is pressed with mine.
I could stay on his arms forever.

I try to drape my leg on his but my knee touches something rather...hard.
I go to move it again, this time eliciting a moan from him.
So I did it again.

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