Savannah
Luciano's arms are like a seatbelt. Months ago his embrace were chains to me. Now, they are my solace from the fray. He hides me in his body, envelopes me in his warmth.
If you were to walk into our bedroom, you wouldn't even know I was there.
His kisses were shackles, now they are keys. He doesn't try to make love to me, he seems content just to hold me. I'm glad. I still don't feel normal.
I doubt I ever will. In fact, I never did
Luciano moved us from the Estate to one of his other, smaller houses. Just us two. Everything I wished for, everything I clung to in that dank cell, they're here; he's here.
"Gattina," His voice rumbles from his chest, deep and gentle. "Are you hungry?"
I shake my head, sinking my nails into his skin. Him cooking would require him leaving me.
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