He drops me on the soft king size bed, I blush as he stares at me with eyes full of interest. I didn't know that a mafia could be so caring. He jumps on the bed, sits beside me brushing my legs up to my hips, sparks arise in my entire body.

"I think you love me…" he asks kind of nervously. I blush, refusing to respond, I don't want to talk about that now.

"Don't you think it's too soon?" I retort, with a kidding style, keeping him in suspense. "Hmmm," his lips part slightly into what I'll call a sigh and a blush. "We'll go out now." "Now?"...