“Well, Fiorella was hoping you would be a distant relative, and a lesbian…” he chuckled. “She was kind of down when I told her that you were straight and my wife.”
I laughed and shook my head.
“She needs to adjust her taste in women…” I mumbled, and he looked at me.
“God, Sienna… you are gorgeous, whoever convinced you otherwise, is a morron.” he pecked my lips, and I blushed.
“You just called my mother and sister morrons,” I mumbled, and he chuckled.
“I will sustain it every day for the rest of my life…” he said, and I blushed. I was not used to being the main character in my own story.
Fiorella walked towards us, bringing us our food. We ate in comfortable silence, and as soon as we were done, Salvatore unbuckled my seatbelt and took my hand in his.
“Let´s get some sleep,”
