Thirty-Seven

 

 

Giovanni

As much as I would love to stay buried balls deep in Aria all day, I also want to spend time with her with our clothes on. I want to talk and catch up and find out how she’s been, what she’s been up to. I want to know how school is going. I want to know about everything I’ve missed out on over the last year.

So, after we shower and get dressed, despite Aria’s pouting face, I insist we go to the store so I can cook for her. Over the last year, I can’t even recall how many times I had wished I had gotten to make a meal for her before she left. Now that I am being given this second chance, I plan to cook for this woman every day she will let me. She agrees but only if I promise to be her dessert. My hard again cock and I wholeheartedly agree.

We go to the grocery store and Aria pushes the cart while I fill it with the ingredients I need to make my homemade shrimp and chicken fettucine alfredo. After I order the shrimp from the meat department, I notice Aria has a huge smirk on her face, like she’s trying to hold back her laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

She giggles and shakes her head. “Tell me, woman!”

“Nothing, it’s just… this is so very domestic of us.” I raise one brow needing her to further explain. “Oh, c’mon. Back at home, you have a cook and maids and servants… and a bartender!”

“I was running a business.”

“Yes, but you never cooked for yourself, and when was the last time you bought your own groceries?” She’s got me there and she knows it. I grab her by her hips and pull her into me. “This is a fresh start, cuore mio. I want this to be my home, our home. I want to do shit like this.” My eyes graze our surroundings. “I want us to go grocery shopping together. I want to cook for you every day. I don’t know what else normal couples do—”

Aria cuts me off. “Like doing laundry together?” She holds back her laughter. To her, this is funny. To me, this is everything.

“Yes! Like laundry. I want us to cook together and do laundry together… and I have no fucking clue what else, but whatever it is, I want us to do it all together.”

Aria grants me a huge smile, her arms going around my neck in the middle of the grocery store. “I don’t think I would ever call us normal, but baby, you can do laundry with me any day.” She gives me the most adorable wink and I laugh out loud. Then she leans in and whispers into my ear, “Or we can just stay naked all day and not have to do any laundry.” She gives the side of my jaw a kiss before backing up and grabbing the cart, leaving me with the visual of Aria naked, walking through her flat.

“Let’s get the groceries and get the hell home.” I grab the end of the cart to speed her up. Aria laughs, slowing me down. “New rule,” I say in complete seriousness, “No clothing allowed inside our home. Ever.”

Aria gives me a soft smile. “I like the sound of that.”

“Of no clothes? Hell yes.”

She shakes her head, tears filling her eyes. “No, well, yes, I like the sound of that, too. But I was referring to the part where you called it our home.”

I lean over the cart and give her a soft kiss. “Our home.” I repeat the words and she nods in agreement.

“Our life,” she whispers.

“Our life… I definitely like the sound of that.”

We get back to the flat, and after putting away all the groceries, I start preparing dinner while Aria sits at the island. We go back and forth talking about the past year. She tells me all about Art school and how she only has one semester left after this one. I update her on Natalie meeting someone and is now strictly managing the bordello, and how Giselle and Sierra are both going back to school. Aria wanted to keep in touch with them but couldn’t bring herself to, too afraid she would ask about me.

The only person she kept in touch with was Amber and they had a rule not to mention me. Amber and Nico are engaged and getting married next year, here in Italy. Aria is the maid of honor and I am the best man. Mario is engaged as well and is planning to get married soon, and will more than likely have his wedding here as well.

I finish cooking the pasta and pour the sauce, shrimp and, chicken into the pot, mixing it all together. Aria sets the table and grabs a bottle of wine. We sit down and I serve us both a plate.

“Oh my god, Gio. This food smells so good!” Aria takes a large bite, the cream from the alfredo sauce coating her lips, and moans loudly. My dick twitches not understanding that Aria is currently having a foodgasm and that moan, while hot as fuck, isn’t for us.

She takes another bite and after swallowing says, “Seriously, this is delicious. The way to my heart just might be through food.” She laughs, taking a sip of her wine then taking another bite. I smile, feeling genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

“Come here,” I say, suddenly needing Ari in my arms. She gets up and climbs into my lap. “Thank you.” Aria looks at me with a confused look.

“For what? You made the dinner, silly.”

“No.” I shake my head. “You once thanked me for saving you, but the truth is, Aria. You saved me.” I take her face in my hands and place a soft kiss on her forehead, on each of her cheeks, on her nose, and lastly on her soft plump lips. “Thank you, baby, for saving me.”

Aria sniffles and shakes her head back at me. “No, Gio. We saved each other.”