Gio
The minute Marissa gets off work, she comes crashing into my arms.
Thank f**k.
But also… f**k. Because she’s upset and exhausted, and I’m not sure I know how to fix this. At least not yet. But I will.
I hold her, kissing her hair and rubbing her back.
“I’m sorry. That was super awkward at my grandparents’, and—”
“Shh.” I push her away enough to cup her face and lift it. I kiss her downturned mouth. “It’s all right for me. How was it for you?”
Her shoulders sag. “Awful. My nonno thinks I’m w*****g myself out to you and that you’re dangerous.”
Anger rips through me, but I draw a deep breath to contain it. “You’re not my f*****g w***e. You’re my girlfriend. At least I want you to be. Did you tell him that?”
She blinks rapidly and drops her forehead against my chest. “You always s
