“Ok then, I’ll go heat up something for us.”“How about you my dear , sit down at the dining or anywhere comfortable while I go and heat up something for us.”“What? No, I’ll do that.”“Dolcezza, I insist. Would you like juice or anything?”“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” I say, returning his smile.As Marco disappears into the kitchen, I can't help but be excited to see this side of his caring nature again just like when we first met. I hope this comes to stay if and when we decide to get back together.“There’s leftover pastiera di riso, what do you think?” Marco calls out from the kitchen.“Sounds perfect,” I reply smiling, thinking about the pleasant rapport we’ve been having lately.“You know, now that you’re feeling better and Becca’s returning to her own place, you might need some help around here,” I mention casually.“Funny you mention that. I was actually thinking the same thing last night,” He admits.“I like Becca. She’s so kind , full of life and helpful.”“She feels
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