The Past

Mikael’s POV

Seven years ago

“Mikael,” her voice was soft and like the sound of thinking bells. Che cazzo di sogno. If my father knew I was this fucking done for a woman he would have me leave the country for a year and then some.

“Ghalia,” my voice softened and I smiled at her, pulling her closer and she giggled as i placed her firmly on my lap. Her hair oddly enough, had the scent of flowers, like the roses my father’s Nonna used to trim before she died.

Ghalia’s body was perfect too, her skin soft, her figure had curves in all the right places.

As teenagers, raunchy as we were, it was Heaven to have a day to myself. A day where I could spend all the time that I wanted to explore her body, and make her mine in every way possible. As a horny 19 year old, I was ecstatic.

“Mikael, dobbiamo stare attenti,” her voice was breathless after I released her lips, and began to nip at her collarbone. Now that we had sex regularly, i was well adept at knowing the ins and outs of her body. I knew