❝I would burn for all eternity to feel your touch once more.❞
Former mafia member now turned barista, Lorenzo Castello, is running away from his family to grieve a sudden loss when he meets a paramedic with no impulse control that turns his world up...
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SAN FRANCISCO WINTERS were nothing compared to those back in Italy. The humidity made things ten times worse back home but he would be lying if he said that San Francisco winters were a piece of cake.
He couldn't leave his house to go to work without shivering to death. His hands would be in his jacket's pockets as he would try to jog his way through the streets since he still hadn't gotten himself a coat or warmer clothes to survive the cold weather. Stupid move, he knew that but he just couldn't bring himself to go shopping. There wasn't a specific reason, he was just bored. Or sometimes, he would feel too cold to get out of bed.
Fortunately or unfortunately for him (he still hadn't decided), Gia Martin had concluded that watching him suffer wasn't in her to-do list but apparently, shopping was which was why he found himself on, one of the coldest days of that week, may he add, walking around the mall with her.
She had gotten him three new outfits, lots of 'cuddly' sweaters – her words, not his – and a few pairs of jeans and sweats. He had a feeling though that those clothes weren't just his, he could already see her eyeing them and smiling brightly and that, for whatever reason, pleased him. She chose most of them but thankfully, she had let him choose the colours because he had seen her eyeing a bright pink sweater and pink wasn't and would never be his colour. So, as they were working through more stores and he could hear his wallet screaming inside his head, he poked her side to finally gain her attention since his words seemed to enter one ear and go out the other.
"What?!" she snapped as he kept poking her. He smiled at her annoyed expression before he mentioned down at the bags in his arms with his eyes and then gave her a wide-eyed look. "Oh, shut up. We still haven't got you the coats you'll need!"
"Coats?" he screeched, "Relax, Gia. I think I'll only need one." Hypocrite, you have ten thousand of those back home.
"But what if it doesn't match your clothes? You can't wear it with every outfit!" She stopped walking to stare at him as if he were an alien. Lorenzo felt the need to roll his eyes but stopped himself before he could do so in front of her. Her pouty face almost made him break but the screams of his wallet were a lot louder - Grazie Dio.
"I sure can if it is a simple black coat – Black goes with everything right?"
"Not entirely true but go ahead," He could spot how detested she was with his choice but he didn't comment. Instead, he went to the nearest shop he saw, found the cheapest black coat and bought it. Then he took Gia to eat – something she paid for as it was the compromise, she made to get him there in the first place.
With five different bags of clothes circling their feet as they wolfed down their tacos, he couldn't help but stare at her. Had any other guy been in his position, he could have thought that Gia looked like a taco devouring monster – the sauce and beans were at fault really as they circled her mouth and cheeks – but Lorenzo wasn't a bit disgusted. Instead, he thought she looked quite adorable as she ate.
