Like a Cannoli
In all my twenty-three years, I've never snuck out of a room, and it's ironic that I do it precisely from my husband's room.
After catching my breath, I dressed as quickly as I could under Salvatore's watchful gaze. For a moment, I thought about staying a little longer, but it wouldn't be wise; crossing one boundary is more than enough. Having s*x is one thing. «Getting intimate? Talking after s*x? I don't think so». From the expression on his face, it's clear we both think the same way.
So, once ready, I left the room, making sure no one saw me before leaving. Now I'm wearing a white pantsuit to go to the office as I head downstairs to face breakfast with the witch. Evelina is like the mother character in the movie Coraline, the one who sews buttons onto eyes. Gianluca d
