Did I overstep?
Am I reading this wrong?
But if I ask and he says no, I’ll want the ground to open and swallow me whole. The truth is Idowant to sleep with him. Not because I just want to cum, I can do that alone, no problem, zero help needed.
It’s not about that. I just want him… as close as possible. Now that I can. Now that we’re alone, no family, no meetings, no eyes watching us. It’s perfect.
He yawns. "Wonder where Lorenzo ended up."
I drop the towel from my head. "Probably in the middle of some orgy with six horny Spaniards."
Gio laughs. I don’t. He could’ve been out there too.
Instead, he’s here. Locked in this quiet hotel room with me. I suddenly feel like I’m keeping him prisoner.
Like I dragged him away from the world and trapped him in this soft moment he never asked for. He could be out there flirting, dancing, doing shots off someone’s stomach, doing whatever Gio does when everyone is watching.
But he’s not.
And some selfish, ugly part of me is glad. The rest of me feels guilty as hell about it.
"Do you…" I start, then stop.
He turns his head lazily toward me. "Do I what?"
I sit at the edge of the bed, facing away from him. "Do you feel like you’re missing out? That you could be out there, like Lorenzo, doing whatever you want, instead of being here. With me. Wasting time. When I’m not even staying…"
I trail off and lie back with a sigh, folding an arm over my eyes. I want to melt into the mattress.
"You thinkthisis a waste of time?"
I snap my head up fast.
A waste of time… If only he knew. If he had any idea. These are my favorite days.
His expression isn’t angry. It’s… wounded.
"No," I say, too fast. "No. I didn’t mean it like that." I turn toward him fully now. "I just meant… I’m sorry if you feel stuck. Because I don’t. I wish it didn’t have to end. I wish I could—"
He’s already moving. His hand finds mine. He squeezes. "There’s nothing else I want right now, Ravioli," he says.
His voice is so certain it makes me want to cry. "They could tell me to stay in a room and not move for the rest of the trip, as long as you’re in that room too? I’d pick that. Every time."
We both freeze. Mostly him.
"I mean—I really like spending time with you. A lot. That’s what I meant."
Bitter, Gio. But same.
Before I can overthink it, I walk over and kiss him. He laughs against my lips, immediately gripping my neck, pulling me closer. I chuckle against his. "Damn. I ruined you."
He laughs. "More like you fixed me." He kisses me again, smiling. Something shifts.
I feel it. The kiss isn’t just "haha Spain vacation, enemies to something."
It’s… hungrier.
It feels like we’re both saying it without words, "Yeah. I want more than just this."
