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And he definitely doesn't see when she pulls a dandelion out of her dress pocket and gently blows on it, sending seeds scattering across the room.
"I made your wish for you this time," she tells me as my eyes fill with tears.
I look down, certain that DeLuca must have heard her and fearing the repercussions, but he's still kissing his way down my stomach.
And then she says something that makes my dead heart jump start. "Il mio piccolo superstite." Only it's not her voice I hear this time...it's Ricardo's.
She gestures to me again, this time her eyes are pleading with me to keep leading DeLuca on.
I give her a small nod and my eyelids fall shut. Then I fist his hair, urging him to venture lower and he does.
That familiar dirty feeling of Shame begins to envelop me but she shakes her head.
"Il mio piccolo superstite," I hear her whisper to me over and over again as DeLuca's touches begin to turn into Ricardo's.