There wasn’t any point denying it.
I felt a flutter in my stomach every time I saw him –
Not to mention a tingling inotherparts of my body.
Everything about him turned me on.
His voice, deep and kind…
His warm brown eyes, with the crinkles at the corners every time he smiled…
The smell of his cologne, subtle but masculine.
But to my growing frustration, he was taking itsuperslow.
He hadn’t even tried to kiss me yet, even though I kept inviting him with my eyes.
I chalked it up to how I’d treated him when he first came into the café.
He wanted to go slow and not spook me…
Althoughnowthe sexual tension was becoming unbearable.
I would fantasize about him often…
And almost forgot about what he did for a living.
Even better, I forgot all about Maurizio. I didn’t feel that creepy sensation of being watched anymore.
And then, one evening, everything changed – forever.
Giorgio met me at my apartment just before noon. I was closing that day, so I was able to sleep in, thank God.
He looked tired but happy.
When he said goodbye to me at the café, I felt that bittersweet ache – wanting the day to end as soon as possible so I could see him again.
Bianca and Lucia came by around 2 PM and gossiped with me as they drank espressos. They were both super-invested in the little romance they’d helped start, and dropped by for updates on their favorite soap opera.
“Hestillhasn’t kissed you yet?!” Lucia asked indignantly.
“Shhhhh!” I hushed her, afraid Giorgio might walk in and overhear.
“I’m going to have a talk with that boy,” she grumbled.
“Don’t youdare!”Bianca scolded her. “Let him do it when he’s ready!”
“Massimo and I were already sleeping together by this point,” Lucia griped.
“Yeah, well, you were trapped with him out in the woods with only one bed,” Bianca pointed out.
“Really,” I said, incredibly interested.
Lucia grinned. “We could set that up foryou,if you want.”
“NO!” I said, laughing.
After they left, Giorgio texted me saying he couldn’t drop by, but he would see me at 8.
