Adjusting to Love

I've left a life I used to know back in America, while studying abroad I fell in love with the man I love the most. I sacrificed my old life for him, here in Italy. Now this is my life....playing housewife here in Matera, Italy. I was studying the cuisine of the Italian food, and along the way I met Angelo. The man with the scruffy facial hair, and the chestnut brown curls that hang on his shoulders. He had an accent I adored but a stubbornness I hated. This was an impulse decision and I kind of regretted it, but I did it all for love.

His family, especially his Papa are accepting of me but his brother sort of has this personal vendetta against me. And there certainly is bad blood between Angelo and Mario.

"What...what are you doing," I asked him feeling his hot breath go down my neck. With each breath it made my skin crawl and body go tense with chills.

"Just relax......"