I wake up to a pair of muscular hands around my waist. I can t stop smiling as I remember the things Stefano did to me last night. He did some things to me that I did not even know people did. I also wanted to pleasure him back, but Stefano stopped me. He said last night was all about me even though I wanted his big guy to get some release. He said watching me cum because of him was enough for now. If make out is so pleasurable, I can t imagine what sex would be like. I come back from my thoughts and stare at his handsome face. Stefano is one attractive man, and I can t believe I am in bed with him right now. I feel my hand itch to trace my fingers all over his face but stop because I don t want to wake him up. He looks really peaceful while he is sleeping. I try to get up to shower before he wakes up, but this only causes him to wake up.
"Where are you running to," Stefano says as he tightens his grip around my waist and pulls me closer to him.
"I wanted to take a shower before you wake up," I say, placing my hand on my chest.
"There is no need for that; we could just shower together."
"Stefano!" I say, shocked with how he is comfortable with me seeing him in his full glory. I was naked in front of him, but it was dark, and Stefano had his clothes on the whole time he pleasured me, so I didn t see him naked.
"What, I have seen all of you, and you are beautiful. Don t you want to see me" He says while staring at me with lust and adoration in his eyes.
I don t know what to say, or rather, I am a bit shy to admit the fact that I am curious to see him in his full glory. I begin drawing circles on his chest while I think of what to say.
"I can see you are shy, don t worry. We will shower together another day."
"Thank you," I say, smiling at him for understanding me without saying anything.
"Anything for you luce del sole (Sunshine)"
After Stefano and I finish, freshen up, we head out to the park. Stefano arranged for us to have a picnic today. The picnic is set in a lovely location. You can see the Eiffel tower from our spot. There is gourmet food, wine, and sweet music played by a violist. We spend the whole day at the park, and while we are watching a beautiful sunset, Stefano speaks.
"Why do you write stories?" He asks, speaking into my hair because his head is above mine. His strong arms are around me, making me feel warm while I rest my body on him.
"I write stories because I wish to imagine them."
"I don t understand."
"Any story I write is a story I wish to read. I must have tried finding it but couldn t, so I decided to write it."
"Is that how you started writing"
"Yes, that s how I started, and why do you ask?"
"I want to know more about the woman who makes my heart go crazy for her," Stefano says, which causes a big smile to grace my face knowing I am not the only one who makes the other person crazy.
"I am happy I am not the only one," I say, turning around to face him and capture his lips in a passionate kiss. This is the first time I am kissing Stefano and not the other way around. I seal my lips with his and try my best to start the kiss slowly. I gently nibble on his bottom lips to allow me access to his mouth. Our tongue grazes each other, but I don t fight for dominance. I just kiss him slowly and take my time to savage his mouth to enjoy the kiss. We release from our kiss, and I ask Stefano something I have also wondered about him.
"Stefano, why were you always rude to me? Was there something I did, and I did not apologize for."
"No, you didn t do anything wrong. I am just naturally like that with people I am not close to or are not my family members. I am very sorry for my behavior in the past. I hope we can build something beautiful together and forget the past."
"Yes, we can, and I forgive you," I say, smiling. I am really proud of Stefano and the steps he has taken to write his wrongs.
"Thank you," He says, smiling too.
After spending a splendid week in Paris, Stefano and I are on our way right now to my Abuela s house in Mexico. The plan was for me to stop in Mexico before going home. I am in Mexico to see Abuela. I asked Stefano to come along with me because I felt like our time together was too short. I was so happy when he agreed. My mom is still in Mexico and had a car arranged to pick us from the airport. The whole ride from the airport to Abuela s house, I can t stop worrying if she will like Stefano. I know she does not like the type of business my family does, and I can t imagine what she will say when I tell her Stefano does the same. She wishes I would marry someone who is not from the mafia to get out of the mafia world. I can already see her disapproving of our relationship before she even gets to know Stefano.
"Luce del sole( Sunshine), you need to stop worrying. Abuela is going to love me. Grandmother s love me; I am handsome. Even though they are old, they still can t resist a handsome face," Stefano says, trying to light up my mood. He takes my hand in his and gives it a warm squeeze.
"I hope you are right," I say, chuckling at his words.
"I am, and you will see. We are here."
"We are here," I say, surprised we have arrived. I did not expect us to arrive so fast, or instead, I did not want us to reach yet. I am not prepared for Abuela to hate Stefano. We just started being together. If anything, it s even too early for him to meet my family, but I was just too sad to leave him in Paris. When I asked him to come with me, I did not think deeply about it and only thought about spending another week with him.
"Come on," Stefano says from outside with his hand waiting for me. I did not even hear him step out of the car. I take a deep breath, place my hand in his, and walk out of the vehicle while praying everything goes well.