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We're sprawled out on the thin cotton blanket, perched back on our elbows, two pairs of crossed feet waving side to side like stalks of wheat blown by a warm summer breeze. Her shirt is crumpled from my earlier exploration, and I'm sure my hair looks just the way she prefers. I could not be happier.
"Isn't this better than Sunday brunch with Mom?"
"I dunno," she teases. "What are you feeding me?"
I give her a sidelong glance; we both know it's really not about what's inside the picnic basket. Still, I won't disappoint her on that front either.
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"Mmmm, oh my gawwwd, this is amazing!" she mumbles through a mouthful of Panini Caprese. "If I weren't so into you, I'd be all over whoever baked this bread!"
Luckily, I'm not chewing anything, because really, Giovanni is like sixty and 250 pounds. And his wife is not someone to challenge. "Glad you like it. Try a bite of arancini?"
"Hell, no. I've already tacked on an extra fifteen cardio minutes, thanks to you and your love for all things carb!"
"Hey, I just took you for a five-mile hike, not to mention getting your heart rate up earlier today!"
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"It's a good thing garlic breath doesn't repel you," she comments, after I've been kissing her for ten minutes.
"You couldn't repel me if you tried."
She gazes up at me, fingering the hair behind my ears. "Now, why on earth would I want to do that, Handsome?"
"Oh, I don't know," I answer, kissing up her jaw line and into her neck. "Maybe you'll wake up one day and realize you're too good for me?"
She sighs heavily, a dreamy, melodic, contented sound. "Yeah… probably."
I tickle her with my nose and she dissolves into a fit of giggles.
A/N: Happy, happy! :) XXX ~BOH