Chapter Twenty-Three-1

The room - scratch that - the suite we had been allocated was nothing short of gorgeous with its Italian heritage screamingly obvious throughout. The front door immediately opened up to a seating area consisting of two plush chairs and a velvet chaise lounge (purple, of course). In between each one was an oak wood coffee table displaying a lively bunch of flowers; their smell invigorating. "My goodness!" I expressed, feeling Will's heat envelop me from behind. His arms snaked around my waist and his chin rested atop my shoulder, seemingly made for such a position. "You like?" he asked, breathing his enquiry down my ear. Our chat earlier had taken a rather sexual turn and although unintentional, I couldn't deny myself the satisfaction of his words. Now felt no different with his front pressed to my back and his breathy tone in my ear, though thankfully, conversation remained light. Bringing up the fact that I was a virgin had felt good and surprisingly liberating. He seemed indifferent to the news, which was a relief if nothing else, meaning Zoe had been right. It wasn't a big deal but now that he knew, I could relax a little knowing he would go easy on me and not tear into my body like a mad man on a mission. "I love!" I replied, in complete awe of his body wrapped around mine. "Have you stayed here before?" I asked, taking in more of my surroundings. Towards the back of the room lay an open balcony displaying the most glorious view of the twinkling city below. "I haven't. I've never actually been to this part of Italy before. I went to Venice with my family when I was fourteen. Other than that, this is my first time." He squeezed down on my hip when uttering the phrase, "first time" and kissed my neck, purely for good measure. "Shall we explore the rest and order ourselves a feast?" he asked, picking up the evening menu from the side table. "Okay!" I squealed, springing into action. "What are our options?" I asked, flying into the master bedroom. Wow! "Pasta or pizza?" "Pizza. Ma-" "Margarita. I know," he smiled, knowing my preferred taste. I continued to discover hidden gems in and amongst our room while he ordered food; his added request for a substantial amount of salad cream certainly not going unnoticed. "Babe, white wine or red?" he shouted, catching me mid-way through drooling over our humongous bath tub. "White!" I replied, exciting our en suite. I found him stood with his back turned to me, still on the phone and looking out towards the busy streets below. "Grazie, ciao," he spoke, abruptly hanging up. "You speak Italian?" I asked, squeezing him into a behind hug. He relaxed into my embrace. "When I want to," he shrugged, offering up nonchalance. "Food will be here in ten." "Can't wait." He suddenly shifted in his stance, standing in such a way that made my eyes level to his chest. "What's the bathroom like?" "Amazing! It has a Jacuzzi," I cried, far too invested in that minor detail. "No way! Show me!" he begged, dragging me into the bathroom. There, I was subject to the most glorious sight as Will practically gushed over our lavish shower and gold-plated toilet seat. He was awestruck by the crystal adorned taps and couldn't quite process the fact that we had a bidet. "Aren't you used to places like this?" I laughed, seating myself down on the edge of the bath. "Yeah but I don't usually take much notice," he replied, dismissing my need to question his over-the-top reaction. "So what's different about this time?" Eventually, he stopped ogling the place enough to focus on me and approached my question with sincerity, gripping either side of my face. "This time I have you." The smile that claimed my face was unavoidable and no doubt sickening to say the least. No one had ever expressed such happiness to have me nearby and the thought of Will not only wanting me here but admitting to being a better person for it was beyond satisfying. It was humbling and I hadn't been expecting it. When in Rome! #### Sharing a bed with Will was even more satisfying the second time around. Not only was the mattress made from unthinkable softness but his hot breath against my skin felt euphoric. "Will?" "Sorry, did I wake you?" he whispered, lightly brushing away the stray stands of hair sticking to my face. "Hmm, what time is it?" I asked, shuffling around on the bed. "5.30. Go back to sleep," he encouraged, landing a quick kiss to my cheek. "I'll text you when I can. Have fun with the girls." "You too!" I mumbled, aware of his amusement towards my lethargic state. He couldn't help but laugh at my generic response, no doubt humoured by my need to bid him a 'good day with the girls'. "Catch you later, sweetheart."