Honey

I liked the courtyard.

I liked all the nooks and crannies. Various flowerbeds. More colorful than the vineyard. My cheeks pinkened when I passed the rose garden, remembering what Dante did to me in that shadowed corner.

Butterflies bounced around in my belly. I knew he was working, probably with Roman. And Enzo would usually be with me, making me smile while I refrained from my urge to touch him. He liked affection. Liked making me feel beautiful. He ...