“What are you doing here?” he asked. Tugging a strand behind my ear, I held out the Tupperware container. Savio’s eyebrows rose. “Almond cake,” I said. He opened the lid and took a deep breath, then he smiled slightly. “Don’t tell me you forced your poor Nonna to bake for me.” I flushed. “I baked it myself.” Savio grabbed a piece and took a big bite, then he nodded. “They’re very good. Baking and fighting, you’ll make a man very happy one day.” “I only want you.”
Im aww-ing and cringing
