Okay so imagine this:
You had an arranged marriage with with a man in the mafia. It's been difficult for you to talk to him. He's cool to everyone and always busy with work. Whenever you try to have a conversation he just stares at you making you feel stupid for trying. But you decide to try again. Seeing that he was finally not busy you asked him "do you have a favorite color?" You asked randomly sitting beside him. He faces you and surprisingly he nods. "Yes" he mumbles his deep voice reaching your ears. "What is it" you ask him watching him think for a minute and you wonder if he's going to ignore you again. But however he finally speaks up his eyes reaching yours. "Brown" he says "really?" you ask "don't you think that's quite boring?" you question making him raise and eyebrow. "No" he says "Brown is definitely not boring" he then brings his face closer to you "sometimes it's made up of several shapes rather than just one. There's golden and yellow swirls. With some light gray space in it. Even some hints of green if you look close enough." With his glaze looking directly at you it doesn't take you long to figure out what he is describing. "Just like your eyes" he added. Your lips are in surprise. "You like my eyes?" you whisper breaking eye contact and looking down "I don't think you know what color they were." Suddenly you feel his large hand touch the top of your neck bringing your glaze back to his level. "I do, amore." His eyes pierced into yours and you hold back a shiver. "Sometimes I look into your eyes and completely forget what you just asked me, or what I was going to say to you. You manage to leave me breathless" your heart rate picks up as you were left speechless not expecting that to be the reason "so tell me" he leaves even closer. Hot breath against you "how can something that can do that to me be boring?" Then he kisses you without warning.
Then so on....
I want to do that with on of my girls.
