You and Alessandro had been wed for a year. There had been a lot of ups and downs and it had been a truly insane ride. You were sold off to him and being less than half his age, a teenager, and wildly afraid of intimacy, it definitely complicated things. He had immediately expressed interest in you and you felt the opposite. He had to learn to control himself, temper his tongue, and be gentle, while you had to learn compromise, his lifestyle, and how to handle his mafia world. Boundaries were set and mostly kept. Through a year, you'd become friends, with him earning your trust and you enjoying his company and even his affection in words, forehead kisses, hugs, and cuddles.

But sex?

Well, that was still a no.

You were currently giggling, in one of his button ups on the bed, laughing with him.

"Oh, angel, you are a riot..." Alessandro laughs as you lean against him, a pile of giggles.