Chapter 12

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They ate in silence and it was comfortable. It was nice, not feeling like you had to feel the air with something stupid to say just to cut through the awkward silence. No, just being in each other's presence was enough right now.

Once they were done, Natalie let out a laugh.

"I am so full." Giovanni smiled and surprised her when he held out a hand.

"Dance with me, mi amour?" He asked and after a moments of hesitation, she nodded and stood with him, curling her fingers into his. She reveled in the feel of his warm, large rough hand. It seemed to swallow her small dainty hand whole.

He absently rubbed small circles on her palm and her knees trembled from the tiny touch.

A touch that seared every nerve ending and sent with it an aching lust that left her longing for something, anything, more. He pulled her on the dance floor, close to his body. It didn't help her situation and she took in a ragged breath.

"I... I can't dance for shit." She mumbled and squeaked in surprise when he suddenly lifted her off the ground and onto his shoes. He held her closer, admiring the way she felt against him, the way she smelt. Nat King Cole's "L-O-V-E" came on and they danced to it. There gazes unwavering as they practically floated on the small dance floor.

The world seemed to turn to grey around them, and fall away until it was only them, their bodies flush against each other, their gaze intent and only on one another.

Natalie felt as if her skin was on fire from where ever his fingers touch, and she reveled in the small tingles she felt, the warm wash that curled in her belly. It was as if the world went away, only them, no worries, no problems, no responsibilities, only the here and the now.

Natalie rested her head on his wide chest and breathed in the scent. It was pure man, all hot, and only and all Giovanni.

A sudden ringing had her jumping and she almost smacked her head up against Giovanni's chin, but he moved his head swiftly out of the way with a chuckle.

She blushed and took a step back so that he could answer his phone call.

He snapped the phone open, smiling a smile that she very rarely ever saw from him that she had a feeling was beginning to be only for her. He answered in Italian. She was close enough that she could hear mumbles, but it wasn't loud enough and it was all in Italian.

Giovanni abruptly tensed, his face hardening.

He hung up and stared down at her.

She wanted to crawl in on herself with the intenseness of his gaze.

"W-what?" she asked, unable to stop the tremor in her voice.

He lifted a hand and lightly dusted it over her soft cheek, before his eyes hardened like stone and he dropped his hand.

"Your mother." He said and Natalie froze before he spoke again.

"She is here in Italy. At my house." .....

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