“Just tell me, would you like to go on a date with me, Carolina?” I ask, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Yes,” she whispers, making my stomach flutter.
“Then I’m going to make it happen. Wednesday?” I ask.
“Wednesday,” she echoes softly.
I lean down and kiss her on the cheek, lingering for a moment before whispering in her ear. “I can’t wait.”
I straighten and find her surprised golden eyes gazing up at me. I smile once more before walking out of the lab to find Clay and Sophia and trying hard not to skip like a kid.
TWENTY-NINE
Sleep seems impossible.
I’ve been laying in bed for an hour now, my mind filled with thoughts of Josh and our date.
I can’t believe I made it through my bar shift tonight with how all over my emotions are.
He actually asked me out!
Normally, I’d doubt it and think he’s just making fun of me, but deep down, I feel he’s genuine. He’s so sweet, kind, and considerate. He makes me believe he’s truly interested in me, even if I have no idea why he would be.
I mean, look at him, then look at me.
I never thought a guy like him would give me the time of day, but there he was, smiling down at me with those dimples, making me feel all dizzy. I have no clue how he plans to make this date happen or what he has in mind, but I would’ve been so disappointed if my schedule had messed it up.
So, I’ll just wait and see. But the wait itself feels like torture.
Dio.
With Chiara spending the night with Leo, laying alone in bed leads to thoughts about Josh, and they are getting less innocent by the second. I’m a virgin, but not naïve. Taking care of myselfis something I do every once in a while when I have some privacy. I thought I’d be alone forever, so there’s nothing wrong with a little self-care.
My hand starts to wander between my thighs, and my other hand slips under my T-shirt, cupping my breast.
In my fantasy, Josh is there, kneeling between my thighs, holding them open while he devours my pussy. I look down at him, and he slowly licks from my entrance to my clit, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” I whimper out, my head falling back.
I’m so close to coming, but just as I’m about to reach that point, my fantasy has a mind of its own, and Xander’s voice says, “Good girl, come for us.” Clay’s chuckle follows right after.
I sit up straight, pulling my hands out of my clothes as if they were on fire.
“Get it together,” I whisper to myself, quickly standing to go to the kitchen for a cold glass of water.
I switch on the kitchen light and grab a glass from the cupboard, filling it with water from the tap. Leaning against the kitchen counter with my hip, I take small sips, letting the cool liquid lower my body’s heat.
My conscience isn’t telling me anything new. I know I have a crush on all of them. But with Josh, it’s different, like a real possibility, something genuine. I believe he could be the one I’ve always longed for, the one for me.
Clay and Xander, on the other hand, are just crushes that can’t lead anywhere. They are a gay couple, for fuck’s sake. Yes, they are kind, funny, and fucking hot. Xander’s gentle side makes me weak, and his dominant side makes me wet. Clay makes me want to argue with him half the night just to fuck it out for the rest of it. But it’s all just a fantasy. Nothing will come from this inappropriate crush.
So, I suppose it’s okay to dream as long as I focus on Josh, the one I should be dreaming about. Which I do.
Fuck, why do I feel the need to justify my feelings, even to myself?
The apartment door opens, and I freeze. I assumed Roberto was already in his room asleep. But it seems he’s not. I’m torn between staying where I am, hoping he won’t notice me, or trying to sneak back into my room.
Just as I’m about to move, he enters the kitchen, his face angry as fuck. This differs from the usual drunk state he’s in when upset. He looks more sober than I’ve seen him in years, and that sends panic coursing through me.
