Summer of fun
I still remember the first time I realized I wasn’t just his girlfriend, I was part of the family. His mother insisted on feeding me before I even got my coat off, pressing a warm plate into my hands while shouting something in Italian at her sons for “hovering.” Lorenzo and Enzo,his two older brothers,were already arguing over who made the better hot chocolate, dragging me into it like I had any idea what I was talking about. Enzo winked at me as he slid a cup into my hands, and Lorenzo pretended to be offended when I said it tasted good. The younger boys were worse, in the best way. Antonio kept stealing the garlic bread off my plate. Romeo tried to teach me a card game and absolutely cheated the entire time. Vincent sat beside me so closely as he held on to my finger sucking his pacifier. And then there was him. Leaning in the doorway with that soft smile he only ever wore around me. His grey eyes kept drifting back to me like he couldn’t help it.
About Summer of fun
I still remember the first time I realized I wasn’t just his girlfriend, I was part of the family. His mother insisted on feeding me before I even got my coat off, pressing a warm plate into my hands while shouting something in Italian at her sons for “hovering.” Lorenzo and Enzo,his two older brothers,were already arguing over who made the be...Read more