Kinnporsche English Translation Novels & Stories

The thought brought an unexpected warmth to his chest. But then it hit him—there was no solace here anymore. Porsche is here now. Emerson exhaled, looking at Porsche’s small, hopeful smile. His chest ached with something he couldn’t name, and for a moment. “Hey,” he managed to say. “Mio Dio,” Porsche simply said. The words slipped out in an intimate murmur that made Emerson's heart stutter. Emerson eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What... what does it mean?” “It’s Italian for ‘my God,’” Porsche replied, his eyes shining with part mischief and part excitement. “And that’s what you are to me, right?”