Breathe You - C.R. Jane Page 0,16

what are we doing in Florence, pretty girl?” asks Quaid.

He smirks at me as I roll my eyes at him. We definitely aren’t here to see the David’s ‘junk.’ “We’re going to put our love locks on the Ponte Vecchio.”

Quaid stares at me incredulously. “Our love locks?” He looks at Logan and Carter. “Should we check her temperature? Has she finally lost it?”

“Har har,” I snort sarcastically, but I brush a happy kiss across Quaid’s lips, surprising all of us. I’m just so happy we’re here, that we’re together. “The folklore is that if we put our lock on the bridge with our initials inscribed on it and throw the key to the lock into the river, then our love will last forever,” I explain, not even caring at how ridiculous I sound.

The guys are giving each other looks around me, I’m sure they’re wondering how they got dragged into such a thing. “I guess we need to buy a lock,” Logan says, as always the first to agree with me about anything as he brushes a kiss across my forehead and pulls me closer to him.

Logan has seemed more at peace since our conversation, more settled into this relationship that we’re rebuilding. We haven’t made love again, in fact, there’s been barely any physical contact at all since what happened. Every brush of their skin against mine stokes the flames building inside of me. I’m desperate for them. All of them. And with every passing second, my desire grows.

Being here in a city that just breathes romance…I don’t think I’m going to be able to control myself.

I gape as we walk through the Galleria dell’Accademia. Not even the guys’ childish antics about my alleged lusting over the David’s package can distract me from the beauty surrounding me. Seeing Michelangelo’s Slaves up close has me near tears, as does his The Florentine Pieta. I gape at every piece, overwhelmed.

It’s about that time that Quaid starts his sneak attack. At first, he just starts to brush against me a little more often. I don’t realize what he’s doing at first, but the third time, his hand brushing my ass clues me in to his little game.

Logan and Carter are chattering about something up ahead of us, so they’re unaware of Quaid’s intent. Pretty soon, it becomes my intent though as well. I trace my cleavage while we look at a large vase displayed on a stand, drawing Quaid’s eyes to my chest. I brush against the back of him as I pass by, even if the hallway is clear of passersby. When we leave and grab gelato, I make sure to lick the ice cream obscenely.

This of course draws all three of their eyes, and Logan and Carter look between Quaid and I suspiciously. Quaid’s not even bothering to hide that he’s panting with lust. It’s written across his face that he would drag me off to a corner in a moment if he’s given the chance.

And I really want him to have the chance.

We’re standing in the Piazza Della Signoria looking around when Quaid decides he has had enough. I would like to credit the romance of the city as the sun sets in the distance, but it’s probably the fact that I just brushed against his dick for the hundredth time today.

Whatever it is, he whispers something urgent to Logan and Carter, and then stalks towards me. Logan has a knowing grin on his face, Carter looks pained and jealous, but at least he doesn’t look enraged like he did earlier in this trip.

I barely get a chance to wave goodbye to Logan and Carter before Quaid’s pulling me away, walking so fast I can barely keep up.

I guess someone’s eager.

Me too.

Quaid

I can barely think straight right now. The only thoughts clear in my head are Valentina. Naked. Now. My gaze scans our surroundings as we walk, trying to see if there’s some place I can take her to. I’m not sure that I can make it to the hotel.

Fuck.

“What are you looking for?” she asks breathlessly, and it hits me how fast I’ve been walking. I’m tempted to scoop her up in my arms so we can go faster, but that will probably draw a little too much attention…and alarm. I don’t think anyone around here knows who I am, but they would probably think I was kidnapping her if I scooped her up and started to sprint away. I’m sure the look on my face is a