“This is not about me, vita mia. You know I’ll do anything for you. If you tell me to quit now so you won’t ever have to deal with any of that madness, I will, without a second thought.”
She started to laugh, but then she must have seen something convincing in his expression because she cropped the laughter short. “You can’t do that. Not for me. Not for anyone.”
“Yes, I can. For you,” he said. “If I have to choose between you and anything else, I’ll choose you. Every fucking time.”
“I will never ask you to quit. But at the same time, I don’t understand why we’re fighting over,” she gestured at the mirror, “this.”
“Because it hurts.” It did. It really did. “It hurts me to see you like this. Living a lie.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, his lips brushing softly over the back of her neck. “Wait here.”
He went to the bed and grabbed the duvet and some pillows, arranged them on the floor, and then he took the mirror and placed it on its side.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Lie down on your stomach and tilt your head toward the mirror.”
“What?”
“Do it, Carolina.”
“Okay.” She sighed as she did as I asked, her eyes reluctant. “Do you mind telling me what we’re doing?”
He settled behind her, their bodies not touching. “I’m gonna make you see and hear exactly what every part of your body does to a man.”
Scene38
Maggie
This is fucked up.I stared at my naked self in the mirror. Tense. Uncomfortable.
“Relax. You’re gonna enjoy this,” Mike said.
“Seriously? You’re using your cocky superstar tone? Like I’m not intimidated enough right now?”
“Intimidated? I’m about to show you how much power you have on me. I’m the one who should be intimidated.”
“I know how much power I have on a man, Mike. I have the parts that do the trick.” I glanced at him over my shoulder. “But you’re not just any man. You’re a movie star. The Italian Heartthrob. You hold the record for the Sexiest Man Alive for fuck’s sake.”
“Even better. Now you’ll know how much power you have on the Sexiest Man Alive.”
I snorted, my eyes raking his naked body. “You lie next to me looking like this, as if you were fuckin’ Photoshopped, and say I have some sort of power on you?”
He turned my head toward the mirror. “You’ll see for yourself.”
I took a deep breath as I focused on the image of his face. “Fine. At least we’ll fuck in the end, right?”
“Guaranteed.”
“Okay.” I breathed in deeply and then out. “Show me.”
His chest puffed with a slow inhale. “When I look at you, I’m instantly drawn to your lips. My first instinct is to touch you there. I wanna feel how soft they are.” He did just that, running his index finger across my bottom lip. “Then I lose focus to that little dimple, dying to let my tongue touch it.” His eyelids dropped slowly, and I swallowed. “My cock starts to move.” He inhaled. “I breathe to make it stop, and I force my gaze up to your eyes.”
His cock will move just by kissing? By imagining a kiss?I followed with my eyes the same path his just did, my heart beating a little faster than it should.
“I take my time to figure out the exact shade of brown they are. I can’t. Instead,” he shifted behind me, making his upper body visible in the mirror, “I fantasize about them looking back at me when I’m naked, with admiration I hope, even a little lust. A guy can dream.”
I stared.
