A/N: Hello everyone! It's time to check in with Shane and Gio! :)
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I woke the next morning and stretched out in my bed. I had slept fitfully, tossing and turning most of the night. I still hadn't come up with how to approach Shane or what I would say when I finally saw him, but I knew one thing for sure, I would do anything to get him back.
I missed everything about him. I missed his smile, the sound of his laugh, the feel of his skin. Most of all, I missed how I felt when I was with him: like life was full of possibilities and maybe all of my dreams hadn't died the day Juliana left me. I had spent a lot of time thinking about my conversation with her and I finally felt like I could truly move on. The only problem was, the only man I wanted to move on with was thinking of moving all the way to Europe to get away from me. I had to find a way to convince him to give me another chance. I refused to entertain the thought of never holding him in my arms again.
At least I had a few days off of work to try and form a plan. I had shut down Russo's for Ashley's wedding so that all the staff could attend and the day after was Sunday which was a day the restaurant was typically closed anyway.
I checked the time and saw that I needed to get ready or I would be late for the wedding. I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom, where I quickly shaved all of the scruff off my face that I had neglected for the past few days. I brushed my teeth and then climbed into the shower, letting it rejuvenate me after my sleepless night and washed away the stress that lingered on my body.
After toweling off, I splashed on some cologne and got dressed. I checked my reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of my closet door. The custom made black suit fit well and the bright blue shirt made my eyes look brighter. I looked through my ties and chose one that had purple and blue stripes that matched my shirt.
Smoothing down my tie, I walked out to the kitchen. I drank down a glass of orange juice as I sifted through the mail that had been piling up, throwing away the junk mail and making mental notes about the ones that needed attention soon. I checked the time on my watch and grabbed my keys, I didn't want to show up late.
It was a beautiful sunny spring day with blue skies and white puffy clouds. I opened the windows and the sunroof on Roxie and revved her engine, letting her answering growl rumble through my chest. I smiled as I left the city behind and enjoyed the thirty-minute drive down open roads, letting Roxie open up and run a bit wild on the way.
I checked my GPS and pulled up to the church about twenty minutes early. "No bad, Roxie girl, not bad at all." I lovingly rubbed her dash before climbing out and locking her up.
I wandered around the spacious church, trying to find the sanctuary where the service would be held, and found myself in a long hallway with several rooms which I assumed were used as children's Sunday school rooms, if the tiny tables and chairs were any indication.
I was walking past one room when I heard my name being called. I stopped and poked my head around the doorway, a broad grin slid across my face as I saw Ashley.
"Wow, you are absolutely stunning," I said in awe. Her auburn hair was swept up in a beautiful twist and was covered by a veil that trailed down her back. Her long, white satin dress was cinched tight, showcasing her trim waist, and had tiny pearls sewn into the bodice which perfectly matched the ones in her ears. Her big brown eyes twinkled with joy and a smile graced her lips as she swooped me up into a hug. "Careful now, I don't want to wrinkle you." I chuckled as I hugged her back, despite my words.
"I don't care," she laughed. "I'm so glad you're here to share this with me."
"I wouldn't have missed it for anything." We stepped apart, still grinning at each other. "Are you absolutely sure about this?" I teased. "Because I brought Roxie, all you have to do is say the word and we'll head to the coast."
Ashley laughed and punched my arm playfully. "Thanks for the option, but there's nowhere else I want to be. I can't believe in just a little bit Gracie will finally be my wife. I have wanted this my whole life." Her eyes teared up as she finished, overcome with emotion.
"I'm so happy for you. You deserve this and I know you and Gracie will have a wonderful life together." I was surprised to find I truly meant the words. I no longer felt the bitterness that I used to when someone mentioned marriage. We shared a genuine smile before her mom rushed into the room and began fussing over Ashley's makeup which had smeared with her tears. "I better go find a seat. Enjoy every moment of today," I said with a small wave and then moved back out of the room.
I followed the sound of voices and soon located the large sanctuary which was beautifully decorated with fresh flowers and white satin ribbons that adorned each pew. I stood at the back of the room for a few minutes, looking around, when my gaze landed on a man sitting by himself toward the back. His head was turned and he appeared lost in thought as he stared at the intricate stained glass windows that took up the entire left wall of the room. The sunlight streamed through them, casting sparkling colored patterns on everything it touched, including his brown hair, which I knew felt silky in my hands.
"Shane," I whispered longingly. As if he had heard me, he suddenly turned his head and looked directly at me. His eyes widened in surprise and then I saw him swallow hard as pain washed over his features. I hated that I had put that look in his eyes and I took a step forward, my hand reaching out towards him, but he had already turned his head to face the front of the church and was biting down on his bottom lip as he tried to reign in his emotions.
I wanted nothing more than to carry him out of here and make love to him until every moment of pain that I had caused him was erased, but I knew it would never be that easy. I had hurt him badly and he deserved a genuine apology and explanation.
I watched as Marco walked over to Shane and kindly asked if he'd like to sit with him and his wife. With a grateful nod, he stood and followed Marco, and I saw him introduce Shane to his wife, Maria. Shane smiled as they spoke and he slid into his seat at the end of the pew.
Taking a deep breath and squaring my shoulders against possible rejection, I walked over to them and looked down at Shane.
"Mind if I sit with you?" I asked, my voice sounding strained.
Shane looked up, startled to see me there, but he nodded his head slightly before sliding down the wooden bench to make room for me. I sat down and Marco gave me a nod and a toothy smile. I struggled to find something to say, but the organist began to play music and the wedding attendants began their trek down the aisle.
I watched as Gracie appeared from a door on the right, looking beautiful and proud in her police dress blues. Her father had died when Gracie was a teenager and so her police captain was filling in to give her away today. They made their way down the aisle and when they reached the end, the captain kissed her on the cheek before taking a seat. Gracie turned to face all of us, but her eyes were intently focused on the door to the left of the room where Ashley stood with her father. The look the two women shared held so much devotion and promise that I looked away, feeling as if I was intruding on an intimate moment.
Ashley made her way to the front, where her father placed her hand in Gracie's. The service began and I tried to stay focused, but found it extremely difficult when my thigh ended up pressed against Shane's in the tight confines of the pew. I could feel the warmth of his body through the thin material of my suit and my heart beat wildly. I wondered if our close contact was having any effect on him. I peered at him from the corner of my eye and found him sitting rigid in his seat, his hands clasped so tight his knuckles were white. I couldn't help but feel pleased that I still had an effect on him and a smile curved my lips.
I turned my attention back to the ceremony as Ashley and Gracie began exchanging vows. As they promised to love each other and stay devoted to each other until death took them, I heard Shane sniffle beside me. I found it adorable that he got emotional at weddings. Without thinking, I reached over and laid my hand on his leg. He jumped slightly and glanced over at me with a startled look. I gave him a small smile and turned my attention back to the ceremony, but I left my hand where it was, taking it as a good sign when Shane didn't push it away.
As soon as the ceremony ended, Shane stood and hurried out of the sanctuary. I followed quickly behind and saw him duck into the restroom. I walked in and found him staring into the mirror, his hands gripping the edges of the sink in front of him. He saw me in the reflection of the mirror and turned around to face me. I noticed the wariness in his eyes and longed to take it away.
"Can we talk?" I asked him hopefully.
Many emotions warred over his features, but the strongest was pain and it cut through me like a knife. He shook his head slowly as tears filled his eyes.
"I don't know if I can," he said, his voice shaking. "It hurts to even look at you right now." I winced at his words. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to hurt you," He said softly before running out of the room.
I chuckled ruefully as I watched the door swing shut. Even after everything I had put him through, all the pain I had inflicted upon him, Shane was still worried about hurting my feelings with his honest words. I let out a sigh and then stepped to the sink and splashed water on my face. It was glaringly obvious that Shane was a much better man than me and deserved more than I could offer him, but I was feeling selfish and so I dried my face and headed out for round two.
I arrived at the banquet hall where the reception was being held and went inside, scanning the crowd for Shane. I found him standing near a large round table with the other Russo's staff members. As I approached, I noticed that my name card had been placed right next to Shane's, and I mental note to give Ashley a hefty raise. I hugged my friends and congratulated Maria on her new grandchild. She beamed and pulled out pictures to show me. I had already seen them all thanks to Marco, but gave the appropriate ooh's and ahh's, smiling at Marco as he gave me an appreciative wink.
Someone announced the arrival of the new couple and we all applauded as Ashley and Gracie swept into the room, wearing identical happy smiles. We took our seats as the waiters began serving dinner and I saw Shane give a slight eye roll when he noticed the seating arrangement.
He ignored me throughout dinner, but the conversation with our friends remained lively. I barked out a laugh at Shane's confused look when Marco teased him that he might want to be careful around the candle centerpiece on the table. I hadn't told Marco that it was actually James who had destroyed the kitchen, not Shane.
Ashley and Gracie made their way around the reception hall as they visited with their loved ones and eventually stopped at our table. We all took turns congratulating them and telling them how beautiful the wedding had been. I watched as Ashley introduced Gracie to Shane and then spoke to him quietly for a few minutes, her eyes occasionally darting to me.
After the cake had been cut and toasts had been made, the wives enjoyed their first dance together as a married couple. Then the DJ invited everyone out onto the dance floor. I had just finished speaking to Marco when Shane stood and began to make his excuses to leave early.
I jumped up from my seat, nearly knocking my chair over in the process and Shane looked at me in astonishment as I grabbed his arm.
"Please dance with me?" He started to protest so I quickly cut him off. "Just one dance, please, Shane," I implored him with my eyes.
He clenched his jaw and glanced around the room, but reluctantly gave a single nod. I held his arm as we made our way to the dance floor, afraid that if I let go he would bolt for the nearest exit.
Luck was with me as Who I Am With You by Chris Young began playing. I had always loved that song and thought it appropriately described how I felt when I was around Shane. I pulled him near and felt him trembling as I placed my hand in his and slid my other hand around his slim waist, pulling him up against my body. We both groaned as our bodies made contact. I let the music carry me away as I held him close, reveling in the feel of my arms wrapped around him. I wasn't sure I would ever get the chance to be this close to him again and I took the opportunity to breathe him in. His fresh, clean smell filled my senses and brought tears to my eyes as I felt what could only be described as homesickness.
He stiffened in my arms as I leaned in, putting my mouth to his ear. "I've missed you so much."
He started to back away, but I held tight, not letting him go. "What do you want from me, Giovanni?"
Giovanni, not Gio. It hurt, but my heart still flipped as I heard my name tumble from his mouth and I fought the urge to lean in and suck on his plump bottom lip. Instead, I looked him directly in the eye.
"I am so sorry I hurt you, Shane," I answered huskily. "There are some things I really need to talk to you about. Will you please come with me so we can talk?" I couldn't breathe as I stood there waiting for him to make a decision that could ultimately break me if he said no.
"Okay," he answered simply and I felt my knees go weak with relief.
We told our friends goodbye and walked beside each other, out to the parking lot.
"I'll follow you," Shane said.
He turned to go to his car, but I stopped him. "Thank you, Shane, for listening to me."
He looked at me for several seconds before saying anything. "Well, it has to be done I suppose." His shoulders slumped in resignation as he turned to walk away.
I watched him as he got into his car and started it before turning to my own. I kept an eye on Shane's car the entire drive back to the city. Half of me was convinced he would change his mind and go on home and I prayed the whole way that that wouldn't happen.
I pulled into the parking garage at my condo and Shane pulled into the spot next to mine. He got out, locked his car, and followed me into the building. We rode the elevator silently to my floor and entered my condo.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked as I tossed my keys on the table by the door and walked into the kitchen.
"I could use a beer if you've got any."
I pulled out two beers and handed one to him. We walked into the living room and he sat on the edge of the couch. Things had always been so playful and easy between us and I hated how awkward we had become around each other. I loved Shane and wanted to be with him more than anything, but I also missed him being my friend.
"You said you wanted to talk," he prompted me as he rolled the beer bottle between his hands.
"Yes, I do, but I'm feeling nervous, sorry."
He released a low sigh. "You don't have to do this, Giovanni. I already know what you wanted to talk to me about and I understand. It's not your fault, okay?" The look he gave me was sincere, but I was confused by his words.
"What do you think I want to talk about?"
He gave me a small smile. "You warned me from the very beginning that you didn't want to get close, didn't want a relationship. It's not your fault that I fell for you and tried to make more out of it than it was. Then I got my feelings hurt and blew off my job. I appreciate that you brought me somewhere private to fire me, but there's-"
"You think I brought you back here to fire you?" I asked incredulously, cutting him off in the process.
"Didn't you?" Shane looked at me in confusion.
"Hell no! That's not at all what I wanted to talk to you about," I said emphatically, sitting next to him on the couch.
"What is it then?"
I studied the label on my beer bottle for a moment trying to organize my thoughts.
"You're right, I never intended to be in a relationship with you or anyone else ever again. I was afraid of being hurt again after Juliana left me, so I held everyone at arm's length. Then we became friends and you introduced me to your family and the time I spent with you left me feeling freer and happier than I had in a long time. I was constantly amazed at how sweet and honest you were." Shane was listening to me intently and I reached over and picked up his hands, cradling them between mine.
"Things began to change and no matter how hard I tried to fight it, I started to develop feelings for you. You reached inside and grabbed my heart, Shane, and I started to believe that maybe we could have something more." I reached up and stroked his cheek gently with my fingertips and he leaned into my touch. "Then Juliana showed up and once again, I was left feeling like she had ended our marriage because of some flaw in me. Maybe I hadn't been a good enough husband to her, maybe I hadn't loved her well enough, maybe I just wasn't good enough. I took all of those feelings of worthlessness and I projected them onto you and for that, I am so, so sorry. I never should have said the things I said to you because it was a lie." Tears rolled down both of our faces, but his eyes were filled with hope.
"Shane, you are the best man I have ever met and I am completely, ridiculously, head over heels in love with you." A sob broke from his chest as he began to cry harder. "I want a relationship with you, I want to take a chance with you because, Shane, you are worth it, you are worth everything to me, gorgeous."
His face showed his hesitation and my stomach roiled at the real possibility that I may have messed up too badly for him to give me another chance.
"Did you...were you…"
I watched as he bit his lip. "Was I what?"
He glanced up at me nervously. "Were you with anyone else?"
I knew if we had any chance at a future, I would need to be completely honest with him.
"There was a guy…" I saw Shane flinch and he looked at the floor. I reached for him and lifted his chin so I could see his eyes. "Let me finish, I went out for a drink with Micah and there was a guy there. For a brief moment, I thought maybe I could use him to help me get over you."
"I understand," he said dejectedly.
I smiled gently at him. "No, you don't. I danced with him, just danced, and that was enough to prove to me that I didn't want anyone else. He felt all wrong in my arms and he was very handsy." Shane's eyes narrowed at that. "Luckily, Micah saw that I was trying to get away from the guy and came to my rescue." I chuckled at the memory.
"Remind me to thank Micah next time I see him. So, nothing happened then?"
"I haven't been with anyone else since the night I met you, Shane. I haven't wanted to be." He sighed in relief. I cradled his face in both of my hands and rested my forehead on his. "Please, tell me I'm not too late."
"You're not too late, I've waited my whole life for you." I felt the smile on his lips as I slanted my mouth over his. We kissed until we had to come up for air. "Make love to me, Gio."
I smiled when I heard him use my name that was reserved only for him. Without a word, I picked him up from the couch and carried him into my bedroom. I laid him down gently on the bed and straddled his body.
"I am the luckiest man in the world," I said, gazing at him lovingly as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
He sat up and reached a hand behind my neck as he pulled me down for a long, languid kiss. "I'm the lucky one. I've always known what an amazing man you are, with so much love to give. I'm just glad you're finally starting to realize it, too."
I kissed him again, letting my tongue sweep in and explore his sweet mouth. "Thank you for giving me another chance because I really don't know how I would have gone on without you."
"You'll never have to find out, baby. I'm exactly where I want to be."
I worked his shirt free of his wrists and threw it over my shoulder then began unbuttoning my own. Shane laid back in the bed, propping himself up on a pillow so he could watch me intently. I tossed my shirt behind me, letting it join Shane's on the floor. Then lifted up on my knees and popped the button of my pants. He licked his lips seductively, his hazel eyes heavy with lust.
I lowered my zipper slowly and was surprised when Shane slithered his body down the bed until I was straddling his head. He reached up and pulled my pants and briefs down below my ass in one fluid motion, letting my cock spring free of its confinement. I quickly kicked free of my pants and straddled his head again. Shane leaned up and captured my cock in his mouth, swallowing it until it hit the back of his throat.
I let out a shout at the wet heat that engulfed me. I groaned at the sight of his glistening lips, stretched wide around my cock. He looked up at me with hooded eyes and hollowed his cheeks, increasing the suction. I reached down, cradling his head in my hands so he wouldn't strain his neck, and began thrusting into his hungry mouth. He moaned and I felt the vibration travel through his body and up my shaft, making me break out into a sweat as I tried desperately to stave off my orgasm.
I rocked back and forth for several minutes, fucking his mouth, and Shane took everything I gave him, all while making happy mewling noises around my dick. Fire built in my spine and I knew I should stop him soon, but it felt so damn good it was impossible.
Shane suddenly reached up and slid a wet finger between my ass cheeks searchingly. My body stilled as I fought for control, but when he slid that slick finger gently into my hole, I knew the fight was over. I threw my head back as I rocked myself on him. My body drew tight and I screamed Shane's name as I came down his throat.
Still feeling a bit numb, I dropped down to lie on my stomach beside Shane on the bed. "I think you just killed me," I mumbled into the pillow.
He pulled my socks off and then apparently removed the rest of his clothing because I soon felt his smooth, warm skin glide along mine as he laid on top of my back and began gifting me with warm, tender kisses along the back of my neck and shoulders. He leaned up to whisper in my ear, "I can't kill you yet, I still have a lot of plans for this incredible body."
His words made me shiver and I felt my cock surprisingly begin to fill out again. We lay there for a few quiet moments, just breathing together and when I felt him fully relax above me, I surprised him by flipping our bodies until I was above him, balancing my weight with my forearms. He laughed out loud and I smiled down at him happily.
How could I have ever thought of letting this man go? I needed him like I needed my next breath. I leaned down and kissed his smiling lips before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. I swept my tongue into his mouth and he opened up to me, allowing his tongue to mate with mine. He explored every crevice of my mouth as his hands gripped my shoulders in desperation.
I tilted my head and licked the fine sheen of sweat at the base of his throat and began nibbling along his collarbone. I felt him stiffen slightly under me and I pulled back to search his face. "What's wrong?"
Shane bit his lip. "It's nothing."
"If I've done something wrong, I want to know, baby. Please tell me."
He looked down shyly until I lifted his chin with my fingers so I could look in his eyes.
"It's just that the last time you left a mark on my neck was right before…" He looked at me apologetically. "And it hurt every time I looked at it because it reminded me of you, then it started to fade and that broke my heart."
I looked at him seriously, my words sincere. "I promise you that this time is different. This time, when I mark you, it's to show the world that you are mine. This time when it starts to fade, I'll be here to mark you all over again because you will always be mine. I'm never letting you go again."
"Please, Gio, make me yours." He tilted his chin up, exposing his smooth, soft neck to me and I bent my head down to suckle his neck gently and then more firmly before pulling back to admire my handiwork. I smiled in satisfaction at the red mark left on his tanned skin.
"Mine," I growled possessively. Shane sighed in relief and smiled at me happily. "And who do I belong to?" I asked teasingly.
"Oh, that's easy. You've always been mine, it just took you a while to figure it out." He laughed hysterically as I grabbed him and began tickling his ribs mercilessly. His laughter quickly faded as I settled my body over top of his. We stared at each other seriously.
"This won't be easy, Shane. I've spent a lot of time trying to keep people at arm's length and I'm still scared to death of being hurt, but I want this. I want you."
Shane stroked his fingers lovingly down my cheek. "I will never, ever hurt you." I could see the promise in his eyes.
"I believe you," I answered before sealing my mouth to his. I held myself up on my arms and I heard him gasp as I ground my hips into his, our cocks sliding against each other. We both looked down to watch where we were joined as I swayed my hips back and forth slowly.
I reached over and grabbed a condom and lube from the bedside table. Kneeling between his legs, I dropped the condom beside him and clicked the bottle of lube open. Shane squirmed on the bed in anticipation and I winked at him. "Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you, gorgeous."
I poured the lube onto my fingers and rubbed them together to warm it before reaching between us to circle his hole with the tip of one finger. Shane grabbed onto his legs, behind his knees, and pulled them up to his chest, offering himself up to me. He let out a whimper as I slid my finger inside his hole. I added a second finger, twisting them so that they rubbed along his sensitive nerve endings and stretched him.
I added more lube to my fingers and then slid three fingers inside him. I held still until he nodded his head and then curved my fingers to rub against his prostate.
"Fuck!" he yelled as his body surged up off the bed.
"Shh, it's all right. I've got you," I whispered soothingly to him. Shane began riding my fingers and I sat back on my heels to watch. The sight of him using me to pleasure himself was so fucking sexy.
"I need you now, Gio." The desperation in his eyes had me removing my fingers and sliding the condom down my shaft, quickly slicking my length with lube. I grasped his ankles and gently placed them over my shoulders.
"I love you so much," I said softly before sliding into him slowly. Fighting my natural urge to thrust, I waited as he panted through gritted teeth, trying to relax the muscles that kept me from fully entering his body.
"I'm good," He nodded at me.
I leaned over his body and dipped my head down to rest against his. I kissed him as I slid the rest of the way inside of him. The heat from his body felt feverish and I felt his tight walls squeeze me, drawing me into his waiting depth. I wanted to live inside the warm, welcoming safety of him.
Shane rocked his body up against mine and I took it as a cue to pick up the pace. I knelt up on the bed again and thrust hard several times before pulling out. When he started to protest, I slid back in swiftly, making him gasp. I did that a few times, sliding out slowly and thrusting back in hard.
"So fucking perfect," I murmured before adjusting my angle so that each thrust pegged his prostate.
His eyes rolled up in his head and he began mumbling nonsensically. I felt my orgasm quickly approaching, but fought it, wanting us to come together. He reached for his cock, but I swatted his hand away and took it in my own firm grip, his eyes fluttering closed.
"Keep your eyes open, gorgeous. I want you to see what you do to me." His eyes popped open and his gaze locked with mine.
"I love you, Gio." His words filled my heart and I leaned down to kiss him before kneeling over him again.
My hips swiveled as I thrust into him fast and hard. As we both neared the end, we kept our eyes locked on each other, each of us murmuring low words of love. Shane gave a shout and threw his head back with the force of his orgasm and I watched him, knowing this was the most spectacular thing I had ever seen.
I felt the familiar fire race through my veins right before I tipped over the edge and my orgasm tore through my body. I hung there suspended over him for what seemed like hours, my eyes never leaving his as I rode out my orgasm.
Finally, my orgasm subsided and I dropped limply on top of him. I lay there shaking as the aftershocks continued to ripple through my body. "I need to move. I know I must be crushing you."
"Don't you dare move," Shane said as he wrapped his legs and arms around me, cradling me in his warmth. He whispered his love in my ear as his hands traced soothing circles on my back.
We lay there until I had to remove the condom. I lifted gently, suffering the loss of his warmth as I pulled out of his body and disposed of the condom. I went to the bathroom and ran a washcloth under warm water before returning to Shane.
He lay still on the bed, watching me as I cleaned him before cleaning myself.
"Please tell me this was all real. Tell me you aren't going to leave me again."
I tossed the washcloth onto the floor and lay next to him, covering us with the blanket. I looked him in the eyes as I spoke so he could see how serious I was. "I'm not going anywhere, Shane. I want you to be a part of my life, every day. I want to hear your laughter in my ears and see that breathtaking smile of yours. I want us to share our dreams and our fantasies. I want to know all of your secrets that you won't tell anyone else. I want a real relationship with you."
He smiled at me sweetly. "I love you, Gio. All I've ever wanted was to be yours."
I pulled him close, spooning him and wrapping my arms securely around him. "I love you too, gorgeous." I'm not sure he heard me though because he was already snoring softly.
I woke the next morning to a thunderstorm raging outside. Shane was still sleeping soundly so I quietly made my way to the kitchen and turned on the news as I made us a breakfast of omelets, toast, and coffee. I smiled as the weatherman reported heavy storms throughout the entire day.
I was still smiling as I made my way into the bedroom, carrying a tray with our food. Shane was propped up on a pillow and smiled when he saw me. "Good morning. What has you smiling so much?"
"You mean besides the gorgeous, naked man in my bed?"
He chuckled and sat up straighter as I laid the tray between us on the bed and sat next to him. "Yeah, besides that. This looks delicious by the way." He picked up a piece of toast and began nibbling on it.
"Yes, it does," I said, leering up and down his body and causing him to laugh happily. "I'm smiling because the weatherman said it's supposed to storm all day."
He gave me a confused look so I explained further. "The restaurant's closed today so we're both off work and with the storms, it's too nasty to go outside. Sounds like a perfect day to stay inside." I waggled my eyebrows at him suggestively.
"Well, sir, whatever will we do to pass the time?" he said in a ridiculous southern accent.
"I might have a few ideas," I said looking very serious.
"Oh, really? Like what?"
"It's probably best if I show you." I set the tray on the bedside table and climbed over his body. "But if you can still walk tomorrow, I've done something wrong."
Done! So, Shane and Gio are finally reunited!
I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter, as well as if you happened to have any favorite parts/moments!
Again, I hope you all enjoyed and that you all are having a great week so far! The next chapter of this will be up sometime next week! And for those of you reading The Ghost of Ravenswood, I'm planning on having the next chapter of that up on either Thursday or Friday.
Until then!
-Epically Obsessed