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pressing his lips against my temple.
    “You know this all out of fear, right? It’s not you, because
I think you’re amazing,” I said as I greeted the cashier in simple Italian. I’d
picked it up from Axel during the week we’d been here.
    “I understand. I mean the worse they can do is kill me,” he said
simply.
    “I realize how ridiculous I’m being, but, you’re only my
second lover. This is not as easy for me as it will be for you.”
    Axel nodded his head. Though he seemed like he wanted to say
more, he understood where I was coming from. This was not going to be easy, but
it couldn’t possibly go as bad as I thought it could. I imagined my brothers
trying to run him off, and my mom leading them into battle.
    Though it seemed a little farfetched, there was some truth
in my worries. The bright sun brushed our faces as we head towards the car. The
weather wasn’t as warm as it had been, giving us the inclination to roll down
the windows. My hair flew back from my face in soft romantic curls as I ran my
fingers through my silky texture.
    “Who’s cooking tonight?” Axel asked as we pulled up to the
house.
    “Well, you wanted the grilled steaks we had marinating in
the fridge right?” I asked him as he turned off the ignition. His eyebrows shot
upwards.
    “Oh, that’s right! Why did we buy these steaks then?” 
    “So that we can always have steaks prepared and ready for
times like these,” I said shrugging my shoulders.
    “You’re a sneaky little thing, aren't you?” he said with a
playful wink.
    “How about we let’s get that grill cranked,” I said hoping
out of the car with a bounce. I smiled at him over the roof of the car.
    “Ok, but you’re cooking the side dishes.”
    “Fine by me Ax.”
    His eyes sparkled and his smile grew brighter before I
ducked back under to fetch the groceries. As we handled the load half and half,
we brushed shoulders before we walked through the doorway. Axel went straight for
the back door with the charcoal he’d left by the glass just outside.
    Ruffling through the bags, I started to unpack them and set
them aside before preparing the zucchini. As I rinsed the vegetables, my mind
began to wander. I started to think about the past week. The morning after I’d met
Axel’s friends, I remembered immediately how much better I’d felt compared to
the night before.
    My head was resting right in the nook of Axel’s shoulder and
his chest. My sight was obscured by his chest as it rose and fell. I watched
the movement for a few moments before lifting my head. His eyes were the second
thing that I saw. They were half masked, but I could tell that they were on me.
    My lips lazily formed a smile as I leaned down to kiss his
sturdy peck. My lungs expanded deeply as I covered my mouth. I felt the tugging
of his fingers through my messy locks and smiled when he retracted only to
touch my lips.
    “Good morning, beautiful,” his voice caused goose bumps to
make patterns down my arms.
    “Good morning, handsome,” I replied.
    He smiled tenderly; his eyes bright as the wind brushed in
through the open window. The way I felt at the moment, I didn’t even remember
the anger I experienced last night. It was as if he’d erased my memory during
my sleep. But I did remember one thing; Axel’s mention of love.
    His promise of love. It made me wonder what was going on in
that heart of his. Did he already love me? Or was he falling in love with me?
Apparently I’d been staring too long, because he had this confused look on his
face.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked inquisitively.
    “Nothing…” I lied with a chuckle.
    “Well, if nothing is putting that smile on your face, then
I’m officially jealous,” he said.
    “I’m thinking of you,” I started, but stopped when I thought
of how he would react to his pillow talk comment.
    “Oh really?” he asked suggestively.
    “You’re such a guy,” I commented with a playful roll of my
eyes.
    “I have a