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A storm is coming!
Anna's pov. I was again sitting on the kitchen counter and ogling my handsome husband. He was only in his basketball shorts and looked so delicious. Matteo was cooking us breakfast, and I wanted to eat him. I licked my lips as I sighed. Luckily, he couldn't see me. His back was towards me as he flipped bacon in the pan. I was so lucky to have him as he knew how to cook, and I didn't. If we both didn't know how to cook, we would have died from hunger or would be munching on only canned food. I giggled, thinking. “Why are you laughing, sugar?” Matteo raised his thick eyebrows, looking over his shoulder. “Nothing.” I giggled once more before replying, “I was not laughing at you. I was thinking about… something.” “And what's going on in your dirty head?” He called me dirty, and who was r
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