“You don’t think being together twenty-four-seven will affect things?” I ask as doubt creeps in and a little tremor of anxiety hits.  

“I was with you practically twenty-four-seven before, and I felt like it wasn’t enough, Emma. I wanted you around all the time; I wanted you in my bed. Look, dolcezza, we can try this, and if it starts affecting our relationship, we’ll sort something else out.” He glances at me again; I can tell he’s deadly serious, which kills further ...