Assassin [18+]

Erebos

§Morgana Acampora§

"Of course you drive a vintage Ferrari," I chuckled as he opened the passenger door for me.

"Thee shall not laugh. It cost me a lot of money and his name is Erebos," he grinned.

My feet took me to him "I love it; it's really sexy arriving to Italy and being transported in a vintage Ferrari," carefully, I got in. Eros closed the door and ran around the front of the car to, literally, jump into the driver's seat.

"Which shall be our first stop?" He asked, inserting the key in the ignition and turning it to turn on the roaring beast.

"I want to buy you lunch, flowers for your home and some supplies to make you dinner."

"What are you making me for dinner?" He slipped on his oversized and blocky sunglasses and so I mimicked him since we bought the same pair in Sicily.

"Something Italian," I replied, making us both chuckle.

"Here we go," he stepped on the gas as a big smile played on my lips.

It has always been in my plans to come to this country and start a new life in the countryside. Maybe work at a nearby winery or somewhere else, as long as it permits me to wake up to those Tuscan landscapes. This is my chance.

Florence is filled with life; there were tourists all around so I decided to grab Eros hand to not get lost...and because I like the feeling of his fingers intertwined with mine.

That kiss from last night didn't let me sleep; it was quick but powerful.

"Amore," he whispered as we stood outside of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore.

"Yes?" My gaze moved from the magnificent work of architecture to his eyes.

"As much as I love standing here with you," his eyes glanced at my hands on his chest "we should get going if you want to run by the store before heading home."

"Mhh," I leaned my head on his chest as my eyes fell close. "Just a couple more minutes..."

"In a couple more minutes you'll fall asleep and I'll have to carry you to the car and you won't make me dinner, which you owe me," his hands tickled my lower back over my clothes.

"All right, all right," I pushed him away and let out a deep sigh as our eyes met. "It has been such a long time since I had proper fun and felt this free, thank you, handsome."

"My pleasure, Morgana," his big rough hands cupped my cheeks as his gaze tendered. "Come on, we have to get a stash of gelato."

I chuckled as my right hand took his left one to rush in direction of the car.