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“What flavor?”
“You’ll see when I give you a spoon, you impatient pancake!”
“Pancake?” I say with my voice going up an octave.
“Yes… You know, pavement pancake.” She chuckles.
I take another sip of my wine. The first bottle is already empty and I’m feeling the buzz.
Alessia plops back on the couch with the tub of ice cream and two spoons. “Oh, we’re sharing the same tub already?”
She just throws me a look and opens the tub and hands me the spoon. Before I can dive in, she scoops up some ice cream and holds it in front of me. I open my mouth, and she feeds me. A small moan leaves my body at the taste. I can’t even say a word before her lips are on mine.
I lean into her and answer the kiss. My spoon drops to the floor and my hands go to her face. I hear another spoon fall to the floor and then one of her hands is at the nape of my neck and the other one snakes around my waist, pulling me closer to her. Her tongue is licking at my lips, trying to get a taste of the ice cream, or maybe me. My lips part and with that she pulls me in even tighter. There’s no more room between us. Nowshe’sthe one who lets out a moan. Heat spreads through me and my whole body starts to ache with need at the sound of that. Her hands start roaming my body, feeling every curve I have, I feel my nipples pebble in my bra.
I need to get some air.
With that thought I pull away, only a little and rest my head against her.
“Whatdid the ice cream taste like?” she asks, a bit out of breath.
“I’ve got no clue, but I liked it.”
We’re pulled out of our bubble when her phone rings on the coffee table. We both look at it and then at each other.
“Sorry, I need to get that. It’s the hospital.” With that she stands and answers the phone.
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Iwalk to the kitchen and lean against the counter. My mind is still foggy from that kiss, which was not meant to happen. I’m so totally screwed!
“Hi, this is Alessia.”
“Hi Miss DiSanti, my name is Eve, your father’s doctor. I’m sorry to call you so late but this couldn’t wait.”
“Spill it.”
“Uhm yes of course Miss. I’m sorry to tell you but your father just passed away in his sleep. It was peaceful.”
My heart hammers in my throat. Fuck, the old guy really can be killed. Not with a bullet like everyone expected but by a faulty and sick heart.
“Okay… Thank you for the call, can you make arrangements for him to be brought down to the basement? My people will collect him there tomorrow morning.”
I hear the doctor sputter on the other end of the line, but I already hang up the phone. I dial Elio and he answers on the first ring.
