14. Lucia

I slip the black dress over my head and smooth the soft fabric down my legs, then I slip into a comfortable block heel platform pump that ties at my ankle. It’s raining today, which is quite apt for a funeral, I must say.

While I’m doing my makeup, I try not to look over my shoulder at Giovanni getting ready behind me. He’s just walked out of the bathroom and he’s choosing a suit, but gosh he is so handsome.

Tall and lithe, not too muscular but sculpted perfectly. I felt his body weight on top of me last night, sunk my nails into the dips and planes of his gorgeous back. A shiver runs up my spine as I remember the way he moved inside of me.

How he was gentle after the initial rough first time, how he pleasured me until I saw stars, and how he …kissed me.

I didn’t expect him to kiss me and by the shocked look on his face, I don’t think he expected it either. It might just be that he was overwhelmed by what we were doing, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t affect me.

How that small