“I’ll just be downstairs,” he assured me. “If I hear anything other than the shower running, I’ll be back in a heartbeat.”
That makes me laugh. I don’t know how long it will take me to get used to that. Emanuele will be able to hear me from the kitchen. That is wild. I can only hope my hearing will be that strong after my transition.
“Your hearing is that good? You will be able to hear me from downstairs?” I asked.
“Yes,” he smiled and stepped toward me, placing a hand on my chest, right over my heart. “I can even hear your heart beating from downstairs.” A large smile spread across his face before he added. “I can even hear your heart racing faster when we touch.”
I inhaled deeply, trying to calm my breathing as he had caught me off guard. He is right. Whenever he touches me, I can f
