Bonnie was standing on her doorstep, fiddling with her keys as she waited for him to say something. The soft glow of lights above his head, his startling blue eyes and five o'clock shadow all made him look like a young Italian sex god-emphasis on young.

This was wrong; whatever she was thinking right now was wrong. Damon was young enough to be her little brother that is if she had a kid brother. Her gaze swept over his long eyelashes, his pouty mouth, muscled shoulders and devoured every inch.

Who was she fooling; she wanted him on top, underneath, inside of her filling her right up and stretching her out.

"We have uh…cooking classes every…uh… Giovedi at the café." He said, pulling her out of her fantasy.

"Huh?" dazed, she stared at him and tried to unfog her brain.

"Just thought you'd like to know." He added, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Giovedi?"

"Ah, Giovedi is…uh...how you say…uh… Thursday in Americano"

Wetting her lips, she tried to focus on his eyes but her gaze trekked down to his lusciously moist lips "That's sounds very interesting." She croaked.

"Si" Damon agreed languidly.

"Grazie"

"Grazie" he repeated with a soft chuckle. He seemed to be studying her, taking stock of her features and she found herself blushing.

"What?"

"Niente. Va bene, buonanotte." He shook his head and began to walk away from her.

Before she could think or comprehend what she was doing, her head had reached out and touched him. She fisted his shirt with both hands and pulled him even closer to her. She wasn't sure who initiated the kiss and she didn't even care because now they were kissing. His hands were touching her, pulling gently at her hair, stroking her face, her neck. They kissed slowly, stealing each other's breath with every maddening stroke of tongue.

Lifting one leg, she clasped him around his hip so that his cock pressed up against her.

He was hard. So very hard.

His growl morphed into a groan, and then a whimper as her hand crept into his jeans but she didn't stop-she couldn't stop. His kiss slowed as he stroked her hair but the need for her only grew stronger when her fingers found his cock and curled around it. With a snarl, he stopped kissing her, pulled back and pressed his forehead against hers.

Bonnie released a trembling breath and pleaded, "Stay with me."

..

She woke up tangled in the sheets, still clad in her clothes from the previous night. Memories from the night before hit her like a freight train as soon as she lifted her head from the pillow.

Shit, oh how she had embarrassed herself by coming onto him. He probably thought she was a big American joke. She was the typical American woman who came to Italy for a steamy affair with a hot Italian man. What a cliché she turned out to be. She sat up and rubbed sleep from her eyes. Her face felt puffy and dry.

She crawled to the adjoining bathroom and took a peek at her face in the mirror. Fuck, she looked old this morning. Old and gray like a dead thing.

She needed to start working on her ass because it was slim pickings out there. The dateable men in their thirties were either too afraid of commitment or dating younger women in their twenties and the men in their forties were either married or divorced with too much baggage and looking for casual sex. She had been so certain that Kai would save her but now here she was, back in the dating pool with men in their forties as her prospects but she certainly was no baggage handler.

The ringing of her mobile phone pulled her out of her daydream. It was on top of the bathroom sink, right next to the toilet where she assumed she'd gotten sick last night. She could still taste the semi-puke in the back of her throat.

"Hello?"

"I'm getting married!"

"What?"

"I'm getting fucking married!"

"Who is this?"

"Lucy, you fucking slag! What time is it over there? Are you still sleeping-?"

Before she could respond Lucy peppered her with a few more questions about Tuscany. When she was done, Bonnie finally asked the one question she shouldn't be asking because she was supposed to be happy for her cousin but she couldn't help herself.

"Why are you getting married?" she asked as she opened the medicine cabinet for her toothbrush. As the door swung open, some of the contents came tumbling out, a cleansing bar hitting her square across the nose. The punch to her nose sent her cellphone plunging into depth of the toilet bowl along with Lucy's very casual, "I like the idea of coming home to someone."

"Fuck!"

Her precious phone, her connection to the outside world, her life line to Chicago was lying at the bottom of the toilet-dead. Swallowing her pride and disdain for all things unsanitary, she reached in and pulled it out. She rushed it to her bedroom like a causality patient and laid it on the bed. Unzipping one of her bags, she pulled out a hairdryer and blasted hot air over her phone. She stopped every few minutes to check her progress but nothing was happening. A headache brewed at her temples when she realized that there were no signs of recovery.

"Are you okay?"

She snapped her gaze to the door and found Damon framing the doorway, a tray of food in his hands.

"Hi!" she said a tad bit too loudly. She was nervous. Why was he making her nervous? Oh that's right because she made a fool of herself with him last night.

"Ciao." He grinned, looking as lean, hot and toned as ever.

"You're still here." Bonnie said dumbly.

"I'm still here."

"Did you er…sleep here?"

"In your bed? No. I slept in the cottage. I thought you might be hungry and hung-over. Do you want me to leave?"

"No, I mean you've gone through all that trouble" she gestured to the tray in his hands, eyeing its items: fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon, rich and creamy scrambled eggs and a bottle of maple syrup.

"That looks really good, smells pretty good too." She added, feeling the growl in her stomach.

"Doesn't taste too bad either" Damon approached the bed, set the tray down and looked her over before focusing on the phone in her hand.

"Have you tried putting it inside a bowl of rice?"

"Huh?"

"Your phone. I hear putting it inside a bowl of rice helps"

"Where did you hear that old wives' tale?" she rolled her eyes and plonked down on the bed, defeated.

"Maybe this is a sign." He suggested, hovering over her.

"Yes. It's a sign. Er… a sign like I should learn to simplify my life and get it rid of all complications including frivolous technology in an attempt to find serenity?" she asked, wide-eyed as she looked up at him.

"No, it's a sign for you buy another phone."

"Point taken."

"Well I'll leave you to it." He shrugged.

"Uhmm… okay."

"What are you doing today?" he asked as he was about to walk out of the bedroom.

"Today I'm driving up to visit a cheese making farm." The response was very matter-of-fact without a hint of sarcasm.

"Cheese? Fascinating."

"I might also scour the countryside for-"

"More cheese?"

She shot him a glance and quirked an eyebrow, "Would you like to join me?"

"Are you asking me out to a cheese date?" a cheeky smile lifted the corners of his mouth.

..

A/N: Short chapter but I missed this story.