Mouth Watering
Nineteen: Ilaria
Waking up the next morning. I couldn’t help but think of the dream I had just had. A beautiful dream where we were living on a beach. Alessia, running around on the playing in the waves that were hitting the beach. Watching as a shirtless Tony chase her as they both laugh. I lay there on the bed blinking my eyes as I look out the window at the gloomy New York morning. Is that what I really want? What do I really feel for this strange quiet man that has saved my life on different occasions. Most likely even saved my daughter’s life, even though he won’t talk about her right now.
I hear paper rustling around. I turn my head and my breath catches in my throat. I stare at Tony as he sits at the little table in only a pair of tight boxer shorts. A towel wrappe
