In his haste to get me completely naked he carried me in here instead of the other room I've been sleeping in since he dragged me back from the restaurant. It feels nice to be back in my old familiar surroundings. Like I belong here, have come home. Weird feeling seeing as I do not live in this palace. Note to self – hello – have you forgotten? But hasn't Mark told me numerous times, too many to tally that I cannot leave. And it's been a number of weeks so I've definitely passed the vacation fling cut-off date. “You opened the Brunello huh?” Mark teases me when he returns with the expensive wine. “I guess it's only fair after you spent the day cooking these amazing bocadillos for me.” He stuffs an appetizer of exquisite cheese resting on sun-dried tomato and pesto into his mouth like a man starving then feeds me a crisp bright yellow zucchini flower. And I thought Italian food was not much more than pizza.
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