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-Marco.

I read it no fewer than three times and just smile like an idiot. How can someone I’ve barely known a month make me feel so many butterflies?

I fell asleep in his arms last night after our shower. I’ve never had someone just listen to me without judgment and without asking a thousand questions.

He just let me talk.

He let me cry.

He let me…be.

And I let him be.

He asked me to call him by his real name.

And then we slept. No frills. No extras. It was perfect.

I lie around for nearly another hour, half in and out of sleep, before my stomach is yelling so loudly for food that I need to order some.

Even thinking about ordering room service feels so decadent. So much so, I almost feel guilty, but I can hear him in my head telling me to just relax and enjoy myself.

So that’s what I do.

I pick up the phone and dial out to order.

“This is Pierre. How may I assist you?”

“Hi, Pierre, I’d like to order some breakfast, please.” I look over the small, leather bound menu on the nightstand.

“Of course, and your room number?”

“I’m in one of the suites, um…” I flip the menu around to see if the room number is listed on the front, and luckily, it is. “Room 1245.”

“Very well, and what would you like this morning?”

And really, there’s only one answer.

“I’ll have the French toast please, and could you please send up a little bowl of chocolate chips?”

“Absolutely. Is there anything else you’d like?”

“A bottle of water, please.”

“Excellent. We’ll have that delivered to you straightaway, Mrs. Masen.”

“Great. Thank you so much.”

I place the phone back on the cradle and flop to my back.

He called me Mrs. Masen and I didn’t even correct him. I won’t lie…hearing that felt just as decadent as everything else I’m doing today, and truly, that scares me as much as it excites me, because I shouldn’t want that. In fact, I should have corrected him instantly. Does accepting it, even liking it, make me insane?

I haven’t had much time to stop and think about what I’m doing since I said yes to leaving Savannah with him. He simply took my hand and we both leapt into the unknown.

But now…what am I doing? This is crazy. Isn’t this crazy?

There’s only one person I know who can calm my crazy… and that’s Rose. That’s why I reach across to grab my cell, open up the contact list, and press her name. It only rings a couple of times before her voice sounds through the phone.

“You better be calling me from the dick, Faith. I mean it. I told you to have fun!”

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