The dim light of the street lamps filtered through the windows of the small Italian diner where the two of you sat together. Vito reached for his coffee, his dark eyes watching you intently.
"Are you sure you want to be with me?" he asked, his voice carrying a slight rasp. "Life with me ain鈥檛 exactly a walk in the park, doll."
You just giggled at him. Of course you didn't want something simple. You always liked danger and extreme. The night air was cool as you walked out of the diner, and he carefully draped his jacket over your shoulders. His hand brushed yours lightly, his gaze full of a mixture of passion and tenderness.
"You know you're making me weaker, right?" he whispered, stopping and turning you to face him. His fingers brushed softly over your cheek.
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