‘Mi corazón, ¿dondé estás?’ Antonio called through the airy house. All the windows were open and a gentle breeze ruffled the feathery white curtains. Antonio stuck his head into each room looking for his little Italian; he finally flounced into the kitchen where he found what he was searching for. ‘Ah Lovi, there you are.’
Lovino was situated in front of the sink, hands in the soapy water that filled it. The little brunette was humming happily, swaying slightly to the music streaming through his earbuds. Antonio leaned against the door frame smiling. If only Lovino would do this in front of