“That’s good, isn’t it?”
I hum in my throat. “Not really. We both agreed it was a mistake.”
“Why?”
“Because it could ruin the friendship.”
Noemi rolls her eyes. “Orrrrrr, it could turn into an amazing relationship.”
My heart drums in my chest. “Or it could end in disaster, and we go another twenty years without contact.”
She clucks at me. “Can’t live your life without risk.”
I shake my head subtly. “I don’t know…”
She nudges me with her shoulder. “You can’t go your whole life without telling him. You’ll regret it.”
“Like you’re any better,” I snort.
She flicks me.
“Ow!”
“I’mnot in love with anyone. So, it’s different. Plus, I put myself out there. I had seven dates last week.”
I choke on my wine. “Seven?!”
Several heads turn to us at my outburst. We wave them off,smiling sheepishly.
“Yep. Didn’t have to pay for dinner all week.”
“Any of them worthy candidates?”
Noemi frowns. “Nah. But at least I got some orgasms out of it.”
I raise my fist to my mouth, smirking. “Cough. Slut.”
Enzo chooses that moment to catch my eye, smiling softly at me. I return it with one of my own.
“You ready to go?”he mouths.
I nod. I really am. This has been nice, but I’m exhausted.
He stands, offering me a hand, which I take. The two of us say goodbye to Massimo, and some other people I don’t recall the names of, on the way out.
The drive home is quiet, Enzo focusing on the road. I can’t help but watch the flex of his muscles as he drives, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his smooth skin.
“Do you remember Christmas when we were kids?” I ask him, breaking the silence.
He laughs quietly. “You mean when we would go for a midnight walk, trying to catch Santa bringing presents?”
The memory of a small Enzo running through the streets with me as we’d scan the rooftops for reindeers has me grinning madly.
“We never did catch him,” I laugh.
Enzo steers the car into his parking space. “Maybe this year?” he asks, turning to me.
I tilt my head. “You’re serious?”
