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My old home in Boston was in the heart of the city, and my dorm was no different. Both were located in the heart of the city, and there wasn't a day I didn't see, hear, or feel the hustle and bustle of fast-paced living.
But now that I'm Lorenzo's wife...
Nature greets me from every corner, but instead of feeling isolated and overwhelmed, I'm filled with anticipation and excitement.
Home.
This is my home now.
And when I turn to Lorenzo, I say very simply, "I love it."
A few seconds pass.
And finally, my husband responds...with a nod.
Note to self: Lorenzo is allergic to talking, definitely.
He takes my hand again before we resume walking. I'm hoping that his touch will no longer make me feel hot and bothered, but it's a futile wish. My body is on fire, and my heart is no better, with the way it insists on galloping away like a racehorse out to win a championship.
His staff is all lined up to congratulate and welcome us when we enter the palazzo. Lorenzo gruffly introduces me to his majordomo, a one-legged ex-SWAT whose demeanor reminds me so, so much of Francisco that I find myself fighting back tears as the older man introduces the rest of the household.
It's not that I want to go back, but I just suddenly miss how my life used to be.
(Come back, Giancarlo, please come back!)
"If there's anything you need, please let me know, signora, and I will do my best to assist you."
I push my sadness away and summon up a smile for Lorenzo's majordomo.
"Grazie, Teo. I appreciate the offer very much, and I'll likely take you up on it sooner than later."
Lorenzo continues with the house tour after dismissing his staff, and my heart starts racing anew when we make it to the second floor. All I can suddenly think of is the fact that we're about to share a bedroom—-
"And this here," my husband murmurs, "is your bedroom."
Or not.
"Teo will have the rest of your things up shortly."
Are we seriously not sharing a bedroom?
"Rest for now. We'll have dinner at seven."
All I can do is stare helplessly as Lorenzo turns away.
Is this for real?
But then my husband suddenly turns back to face me, and I can't help holding my breath.
Is he going to take it back?
"I almost forgot."
Lorenzo reaches for my hand—-
Yes, yes, yes.
—-and gives me back my phone.
