Ginevra
He slumps into the lounge chair next to me with a deep sigh. I grin as I take a grape with my lips from the small bunch I’m holding in my hand and Ruggerio groans.
“You are going to be the death of me, I swear.”
I laugh, holding a hand before my mouth.
“It’s your fault! I’m not doing anything!”
He flashes me a wide smile and leans over to me to kiss me and steals a grape from my hand. Leaning back, he takes his phone out and I bury myself back into the brochure I got from the tour.
“You really love this stuff, don’t you?”
I nod, not raising my gaze to look at him.
“It’s actually very interesting. And I love wine.”
He chuckles as he fills our glasses on the lounge table between us with the wine he went to grab from the restaurant.
“I’m glad that you like it.”
Clinging ou
