Oh yeah. Whatever happened to that hot Italian, Massimo? Long story short, after another really long night, Maria asked him to escort me to my room. He did. And there we were, in my room, looking at each other. Looking at the king sized bed with the fluffy down comforter. Looking at each other. Looking at the bed.
It could have so, so, soooooo easily turned into another one-nighter. The man is simply delicious. He would have stayed. I know it. But as hot as he is, as lonely as I was, as comfortable as it was walking arm in arm with him all over the city .it was not to be. I didnt want to ask him to leave. I didnt have to. Hes perceptive. And Im sure it was written all over my face. I did not want him there. He turned and left me with a kiss on my cheek.
And it was one of the best nights sleep Id had in a long time.
Still, that doesnt negate the fact that Im so frustrated I could scream.
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