Italian Summer - Episode 2: A romantic gay summer holiday

By Nathaniel Feldmann

Art history student Eddie's adventures in Italy continue in the second installment of this holiday romance. His sexy former thesis advisor Luc continues as his guide on this revelatory trip to Florence. In the galleries, Eddie finds a reflection of himself, and seeks guidance on his path.
He is struck by a notion of impermanence, a feeling of longing to hold these moments, this man, forever. As they tour the city's great works of art, Luc continues his study of the statues.
Standing before the David, admiring the famous statue's magnificence, Eddie has a revelation - the one that Luc seemingly brought him here to have.
Trouble is brewing with their moody holiday companions, but the pair frolic in the pool regardless, and over phenomenal food, wine and scenery, all is right by the time dessert is served.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Berlinable GmbH
• Release date: Jul 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9783956954597

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ITALIAN SUMMER

Episode 2

Nathaniel Feldmann

Artcover: Karolina Golis

Copyright: BERLINABLE GMBH

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The Tuscan sun announced Buongiorno! to the tune of bells and birds and the consistent chatter of tourists flooding the streets. Our second day in Florence.

The Piazza della Signoria was drowned in a golden richness of an age long gone and yet here we were, ready to see all the sights. Sweat dripped down my brow. So early in the day and already the oppressive July heat had cast dark marks at our armpits.

I took the shot of espresso at the bar. It was cheaper this way, and as our guide had insisted, it was how Italians took their coffee in the morning.

Hurry up! Alexei insisted, his Russian accent tinted already with a trace of Italian after ordering with a flourish of his hands. We must get in line now if we’re going to make it to every museum.

Luc rolled his eyes as he tossed back what was left of his coffee, a man with a penchant to sip, to savor, something that remained of his French that I admired and adopted. If only we were in Paris at