When Ettore and I leave the house, a strange feeling of calm falls over me. I think this might be the best approach to a meeting with Ettore. Unexpectedly, I caught him off guard so he couldn't do anything with extensive planning. Extensive planning can equal overindulgence and premeditated seduction. Two things I definitely do not need. It's hard enough to resist him as he is.
— We will go in my car. — he says, placing his hand on my back, the warmth of his hand there comforting, guiding me towards a sleek carbon black convertible parked at the curb. The Aston Martin is beautiful and looks like it has been meticulously cared for. It feels like he really can fly and for just a moment, I imagine getting behind the wheel, stepping on the pedals, leaving all my ghosts behind.
- Nice car. —
