“It’s all so overwhelming now I’m here again,” I sigh softly, breaking the eye contact and focusing on our laps instead. His fingers find mine and pull my hand into his warm and strong one, dwarfing it, making it seem small while captured in his embrace. I watch the two entwine softly; one pale-skinned, dainty, and delicate, and the other tanned, large and strong. He has such man hands; they overpower mine with their strong fingers.

“It will take time, Mimmo. Getting used to ...