-Please.
LORENZO:
-Was it on-your-knees-shaking good
-Or eyes-rolling-can't-walk-after good
-I need DATA
I bite the inside of my cheek. I can't look up. And here I am, getting grilled via iMessage by his damn cousin.
ME:
-I hate you.
LORENZO:
-No you don't.
-You just need electrolytes.
Gio shifts slightly in his seat. Leans closer.
"Everything good?" he murmurs under his breath. I don't look at him. "Your cousin's being disgusting."
"What'd he say?"
I pause. My mouth twitches.
"He wants credit for 'oral diplomacy.'" Gio exhales a laugh through his nose. "Reasonable."
I shake my head and lock my phone.
What the fuck is going on in my life.
7) Come to Italy
Rava - august 2nd
This past week was fucking insane.
We were careful.Socareful.
Ducking into bathrooms, sneaking down hallways, texting in code like criminals. Every second we were together felt like we were walking a tightrope.
I still can't believe we didn't get caught. There wereat leastfive moments I thought this is it.
Someone's gonna open the wrong door, glance over at the wrong time, or hear something they shouldn't. But somehow, we kept it together. Somehow, we got away with it.
At the meetings, it's our eyes that fight.
But in the dark…it's our tongues that do the battling.
And in between all that hiding? Yeah.
Wedevouredeach other.
There's no other word. We fucked like we were starving. In the garage, in the shower, once behind his locked room door while his mom was downstairs.
