FIORELLA BIANCHI
“Are you going to work today?” I ask, running my hand on his chest.
“I must, but if you want me to stay, then I will,”
I raise my head up at him, and he turns his down at me.
“Are you serious?”
“I would do anything for you, my sweet thing. You just say the word, and I will jump off that balcony,” He jokingly says, making me laugh.
I sit up on the bed and put my hands on my belly.
“I would like for you to come with me to see the venues. There are three of them, and this is something I was hoping that we will do together, and lastly, we have to make a choice on the cake that we both want,”
“Oh, I was going to talk to you about that last night, but it got steamy, and I forgot about it,” He licks his lips and winks at me.
“Oh, God,” I hide my face, thinking ab
