"Of course I want!" I run my nails down the ridges of his muscles, which are taut from exertion. "But... How? How will you fit me in withJimmy? With uni and rugby?"
His pectorals twitched when I'd mentioned Jimmy. Heclears his throat. "I only have uni two days a week. I'm nearly finished. And I've told Coach I can't commit at the moment. He's got me on casual."
"What do you do the rest of the time?"
"I go to the gym. Work."
"And when you graduate... " I stare up at his expression, desperate to know if he'll be moving away from the Family identity and creating his own. "Will you get a job as an architect?"
He glances at me and frowns, the answer in his dubious gaze. "How doyouspend your days?"
My chest feels a ping of sorrow. "Why get a degree if you don't intend on using it?"
He drags me up onto the pillow beside him. "Don't look so sad, and tell me what you do all day."
"I have ballet like five days a week," I say with a thin smile. "And I teach classes twice a week. I go for runs in the morning. Toni and I have a set date night on Wednesday to watch whatever our series is at the moment.Game of Thronestook a big chunk out of our lives. But I also practise in my studio and, when I can, I try to spend time with my family."
He watches my lips move as I speak. "How you gonna fit me in?"
My smile gets wider. "I prioritise."
He grins. "Good to know." We smile at each other in silence for a few seconds before he says, "Jimmy's got us tickets to your show at Christmas."
I begin to trace his perfectly rough jawline with my fingers. His eyes soften when I touch him. "Will everything be alright between you and Jimmy?"
His jaw muscle tics beneath my finger. "Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because of today," I murmur. "I'm not sure what that was or?—"
"Just leave it. Jimmy and I are fine. We're family. You don't have to worry."
I sigh. "And I didn’t know you speak Italian."
"It's Sicilian actually. And I don't speak it well, or so everyone kept telling me all fucking day."
"Say something in Sicilian for me?"
His stormy grey eyes analyse me."Tu, sì a chiù bedda carusa ca ancuntrài nda me vita."
"What did you say?"
He smirks. "Something filthy."
"I'd love to speak another language."
"I'll teach you Sicilian."
"Really?" I wrinkle my nose and grin a little. "I hear you're not very good at it."
His eyes get dark with warning. "Be careful... I'll fuck you again."
My hand moves from his jaw down to the centre of his chest, where I trace a small tattooed cross with my fingertip. "And you're religious?"
"I don't need God to fuck you again."
I giggle, but it feels strangled by the questions swimming in my head. "No, I mean it. The ceremony was very religious."
"We're Catholic."
