Actually, no, not pull. RIP.
I embarrassed myself so badly.
That cursed wine.
That wine I thought was my friend. I trusted it. And in the end it turned around and shot me straight in the forehead in front of EVERYONE.
I want to crawl into a crack in the wall and die.
I mutter, "That's Gio's cousin."
Daisy spins toward me, stunned. "THAT is the cousin?! You didn't say he was a sex god."
"Yeah. Sorry. Must've slipped my mind."
She fans herself dramatically. "Rava. I'm making a move. I don't care if he speaks another language or where he came from. I will Google Translate my way into his lap if I have to."
I groan. "He's Italian, you idiot. So please don't."
"Oh, Isowill. This is fate."
I go back to getting dressed. I'm going to start screaming.
Leave, Lorenzo. Please.
You did your part, thank you so much, now get the hell out of Gio's house before I dissolve into dust from humiliation.
I can't handle this.
This is one more reason to bury every single feeling I have for Gio six feet under and then build a church on top of it.
There is no way I can ever be normal around that cousin of his again. Not after he knows I had a whole embarrassing drunken fantasy where his cousin was riding me.
It's humiliating. Biblical-level humiliation.
And the worst part?
I truly believed I wouldn't have to see him again.
But no. Of course not. He's right fucking there.
Probably laughing about it.
Probably told Gio everything already.
God. And imagine, after all this, him hearing that I just want to grow up and be a humble little elementary school teacher.
A wholesome educator. After everything he overheard last night? Yeah.
Very on-brand for me.
"Hi, I want to teach children their ABCs, also please ignore the part where I drunkenly confessed I want your cousin to fuck me stupid."
Yeah, sounds great.
I tighten my tie, trying not to choke myself with it, then grab my shoes.
"Where are you going?" Daisy asks.
