Page 202 of Marcello

“I stayed up to watch a movie.”

Yeah – the best romance movie EVER!

With the hottest porno thrown in at the end, too!

If Mama had known what I was thinking, she would have shut me up in the attic until I was 60.

But she didn’t say anything else, because there was nothing she could say.

When you’re a prisoner in your own home, the warden can’t exactly complain about how you spend your time in lockdown.

Little did she know I’d managed a jailbreak…

And I was already plotting the next one.

I desperately wanted to call Romeo, but I played it cool until after dinner, when I told my parents I was going upstairs to watch another movie.

“Don’t stay up too late,” my mother warned.

“I won’t,” I promised.

As I got out the phone and piece of stationery with Romeo’s number on it, I thought of the scene from Swingers where Vince Vaughn says you should wait two days to call, but he waits six days cuz he’s so money, baby.

I apparently wasn’t ‘money’ at all, because I couldn’t even wait one day.

I tried to talk myself out of my anxiety. I told myself that if Romeo wanted me, he’d be happy to hear from me – but if he was going to be an asshole, I needed to figure that shit out right away. It would be an enormous risk to see him again, and I wanted to make sure he was worth it.

Despite my bravado, though, I was still nervous as hell as I dialed his number.

My heart skipped a beat when he answered on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Romeo,” I said with a big grin on my face.

I could almost hear him smiling in return. “Hey, Giulietta.”

“Miss me?”

His reply made me ecstatic:

“More than you can possibly imagine.”

“I don’t know, I can imagine a lot.”

We flirted for a minute until he asked, “How’s your delicate lady parts, by the way?”

Funny – talking to him had totally made me forget the pain. But as soon as I shifted a little, I felt that old familiar ache. “Sore.”

“Ouch… I’m sorry.”

I was getting turned on thinking of how I’d gotten sore in the first place. “Don’t be. Every time I move and it hurts a little, I think of you inside me.”

“Oh fuck…”

His voice was full of desire, and it turned me on.

“Are you getting hard from what I just said?” I murmured.