💕 LOVING SERIES BOOK 1 💕
(cover credit in prologue)
Christiano Romano is an Italian man with a lot of issues. Whether it's from his past, his life as a rich Mafia man, or the fact that he's unable to love.
But once he meets American ex-gangster...
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"You look beautiful. I'll never get tired of telling you." I grabbed her hand and pecked her lips. It was September 5th, by the way.
She smiled. "Do you ever run out of complements?"
"Nope. Let's go." I led her to the car and opened the passenger door for her. She got it and I trotted to the drivers'.
I got in and buckled up. "You're the DJ for this ride."
She changed the station and cheered for her favorite song Shape Of You.
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"Ooh, I hear water. Am I gonna get my dress wet like our last date?"
"No. Maybe. Depends." I kept my hand over her eyes. We reached the river and I stopped her.
"Ta-da!" I removed my hand from her eyes and her eyes widened in shock.
"Dude. How?"
"How did I get the lights in the trees? Find this place? It was easy." I bluffed. It couldn't have been more difficult. "Care to sit?" I sat down on the dock and she sat beside me, taking off her heels and kicking her feet in the clear lake.
"Oh, wow. How handy is it that there's a picnic basket right here stocked with your favorite food?" I acknowledged the basket and she laughed, looking through it.
"You're so weird." She took out a container of hot spaghetti and meatballs. "Ooh, you're right though." She took a bite. "Really hot. And so is the food."
I laughed at her little complement. "See? You're not the only one with compliments." She added.
"I see. But one thing. I didn't bring a bucket of gelato."
She looked at me, her mouth agape. "What? But you always--"
"I brought a bowl and sundae toppings." I grinned and she sighed with relief.
"Okay, whew. I thought I was gonna have to kill you."
I laughed and kissed her cheek. "I'd never forget your favorite treat."
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"So, I'm a Capricorn. You're Cancer." I hummed in response, staring at the stars. "Makes sense, Cancers are moody."
"I am not moody." I scoffed.
"Bam! Mood swing right there. You went from calm to on defensive edge in a second."
