“Propping up on his elbows, he takes my face in his hands and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs before ever so softly brushing light kisses across my face. There is nothing urgent about them, just a reassurance that he’s here in my arms, filling every fantasy I’ve ever had. And this will most likely be the end of me, because this is the Rome I saw, the Rome no one else could see. Sensitive, sweet, and loving. Intense.”
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