“They are magnificent, Marco; I must paint them – would you allow me to come and sit here?” There is nothing I would like better and already I picture her sitting busily working, can see myself standing behind her, hand going to brush a stray titian lock away from her face, captivated by the curve of her neck, bending to brush it softly with my fingers, my lips following. “Did you sleep well, Amore mio?” he asks, turning my hand over and tracing a circle in my palm. xx video Come, and be mine senorina”
The meal has been simple but perfect, the wine and the dessert helping me to relax, the coffee in the tiramisu combats any sleepiness I feel along with the adrenalin as I reach out to take Marco’s hand, certain
