“Theia,” he growled in my mouth. “Ti proteggerò con la mia vita.” I pulled back, knowing we should probably slow down. It was late, and we both needed sleep. “What does that mean?” He brushed his nose up my cheek. “I’ll protect you with my life.” Jesus, does he have any idea what he’s doing to my heart? “Gil…” “Shh. We’ll talk about it in the morning. Voglio leccarti di nuovo la figa.”
