“Once you eat my Nonna’s food, you’re counted as family. Sorry I forgot to mention the rules. You’re a Moretti as of about a week ago.”
He smiled, and the feeling of sadness lifted off my chest.
“So, should I start calling you cousin while we fuck?”
He reached out and pulled me closer. I shrieked and tried to smack his arm, showing that his teasing words had gone too far, but he pinned me to the bed in seconds, and his lips were pressed against my swollen ones.
“I don’t care what you call me as long as you call me yours in this moment.”
It was meant to come out as a joke, a retort to his, but there was something heavy in his expression as he pulled back to look at me with those blue eyes.
No words came as I parted my legs and let him make love to me until I needed to leave for the airport, his gaze lingered on mine as we followed each other into release. Sealing our fates without our awareness or a warning to caution our hearts from what was happening between us.
