Paolo holds my hand as we walk up the stairs. He sways our hands back and forth playfully and I just smile down at him.

Since he got here, all he's been wanting is me to stay by his side. He didn't even give his father much attention and I think it's kind of hurting Lorenzo's feelings.

I think he's getting attached to me which I definitely don't mind because I'm not going anywhere. For as long as I live, I want to stay with Vincenzo.

He hasn't given me any reason to doubt what we have going on so I have no reason to leave him for someone else.

I'm more than happy that with being with Vincenzo. I don't just get an amazing man by my side, but I also gain a giant family that already accepts me and even a nephew who I love to bits.

"Can I sleep with you zia?" He asks with a cheeky grin but I shake my head. "Why not?" A sad look rolls onto his face and I want to so badly get rid of it by giving him what he wants but I can't really do that.

"Because I'm going to sleep with your uncle Vince. I don't think the three of us should share a bed," I say with a shy smile.

I actually just want to curl up in Vincenzo's arms tonight and drift off to a comfortable sleep.

"Are you guys going to have sex?" Paolo asks with big eyes and I immediately stop walking. I turn my body to face him and get down on my knees while placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Excuse me?" I almost choke on the words and he nods. Paolo smiles widely at me, his perfect white teeth on full display. "How do know of this?" I narrow my eyes at the child and he leans back, noticing my look.

"Well... Papà told me," he says with a shrug of his little shoulders. He fiddles with his fingers while looking down at his feet. "He told me that's what happens when a man and woman want each other so much that they can't contain it anymore," he explains while lifting his head.

"Do you want uncle Vince?" He asks with a smile.

"Of course I do," I answer with a smile of my own.

"Then you guys will have sex tonight, right?" He asks me with curious eyes and it's kind of disturbing that he wants to know.

"No, we are not."

Paolo pouts and stares at me for a few seconds before nodding. He gets out of my hold as he walks away from me. He pushes the door to the room right next to mine open and steps inside, shouting goodnight in Italian before closing the door.

I quickly get up from the floor and walk back downstairs. I make my way to the dinning room to clean up but walk in to find it clean of all of the dishes, and the table is even wiped clean of any food stains.

That was sweet of them.

I know right.

The sound of their voices coming from the living room makes me turn around and walk in their direction.

The three men laugh and talk of whatever they find amusing in Italian as I walk in. I have never heard Vincenzo laugh and right now he's chuckling, the sound of it just soothing to me.

You sound cliche.

Shut up.

It's true...

"Lorenzo?" He looks up at me from his seat on the couch on the far right. He smiles at me but I keep a straight face to show him that I'm upset.

I fold my arms over my chest as I walk closer to them. His smile slowly fades when he notices my mood which causes Vincenzo to look up at me with worried eyes.

"What's wrong sorellina?" Lorenzo asks when he notices my change of demeanour. "Did Paolo do something? Is he ok?" His tone changes into one of worry.

"He is fine," I say while unfolding my arms to put him at ease. "I just wanted to say that you shouldn't be telling a ten year old about intercourse."

"Oh..." is all he can say about this and I narrow my eyes at him. He raises his hands up in the air in defence and smiles a little. "He asked me questions and I answered him, can you blame me?"

"He is ten, Lorenzo," I spit while folding my arms. "He's just a kid you know, he doesn't have to know everything so soon."

"I'm sorry Nyx," he says with a small smile. "He wanted to know." I roll my eyes at his reasoning and he just sighs.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow then," I say with an eye roll while turning around. I walk out of the living room and up the stairs towards Vincenzo's room.

I push the thick wooden door back and switch on the lights, the dark colours of his room going hand in hand with my low mood.

I desperately want to add some colour to this place. It's starting to bring down my mood and I don't want both Vincenzo and I to feel gloomy just because of the colours of his home.

Even though I want to add my touch to his place, I also don't want to overstep my boundaries with Vincenzo. This is still his place and I can't do anything I want to it like I own it.

I walk over to the bed and throw a couple of the decorative pillows on the floor. His bed is massive and extremely comfortable. The sheets are white but the thick, warm covers are a very dark grey, almost black, colour.

Slipping into the cold covers, the door opens as Vincenzo walks in. He smiles at me and I do the same before going back to my blank expression.

"Are you mad at me amore?" He asks while closing the door.

"No," I answer shortly but with honesty.

Vincenzo sighs and turns the light off, the room swallowed by darkness instantly. I close my eyes and wait for him to get into the bed.

A smile crawls onto my face when I feel the bed dip. "You are really close," I whisper. I sleep at the edge of the bed most of the time so Vincenzo is extremely close to my body right now.

His breath brushes against my face as he shifts a bit closer to me. Any wrong movement now, and he will end up on the floor.

"I know," he mutters close to my ear as he pushes my body forward. He moves me to the middle of the bed while flipping me over and tangling our legs together.

His arm tucks underneath my head like a pillow while the other goes around my waist. He pulls me into his body, his warm chest pressing against my back.

"I really enjoyed dinner," he says before placing a gentle kiss on the back my neck. "It was nice seeing you so happy because we liked your food." He kisses the same spot again, a small shiver going down my spine in that moment.

The arm around my waist drags my shirt up as he pulls his arm up my side. I stay quiet to see, well actually feel, what he's going to do.

"It's nice knowing I have a woman who can cook," he whispers into the back of my neck while tracing his cold fingers along my waist. "You should cook something new every Sunday, si amore?"

"Si Enzo," I whisper quietly, my mind focused on his fingers that have slipped past the waistband of my shorts. "Enzo..."

"I'm not going to do anything," he chuckles while running his finger along the band of my underwear. "I think..." he trials off and I can just hear the evil smirk in his tone.

His fingers slip into my underwear and they go straight to my clit.

"Enzo..." I breathe as he draws small circles against my clit. "Enzo..." I try to say but it comes out as a moan.

"What's wrong amore?" He asks, halting his movements that second. "Is it bothering you?" He doesn't even let me answer as he pulls his hand out from my underwear and shorts.

His hand rests on my waist but he moves his body away from me. I immediately feel cold without his body heat against my back.

Like a needy child, I push my body back, wanting his body against mine again. "Please come back," I whisper, a bit embarassed that I just said that to him.

His chest presses against my back again and I smile in the darkness, glad he didn't question me.

"Goodnight amore," he whispers while running his fingers along my waist.

Goodnight my love.

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Still riding on those good vibes...