“Would you like to come to Italy with me for 10 days, Venice and Rome? It’s a business trip, but we could spend time together.”

The question took me so much by surprise that I stopped squeezing Marcel’s balls and just stared at him.

What a stupid question. Of course, I wanted to come. I love Venice and I’d never spent more than a couple of days with him on our own. Ten whole days and nights of sight seeing, shopping, and sex. Not to mention busting.

But then I began to…