Chapter 10: Forgive Me
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Danica
Standing so close to Ignazio, I couldn’t stop the train of swinging emotions rushing through my head.
How could he look so good? It should be a crime. His pair of dark eyes were even more piercing as he stood close to her. His eyes were like two shimmering pools of darkness, drawing me in. I really wish I could get lost in them forever. His body radiates warmth, his scent was amazing. I can smell it, woodsy and masculine, all him.
He stood amidst the crowds, yet his presence was overwhelming and commanding. I feel like melting into his gaze. The sharp jawline, the slight stubble, the curve of his lips. His breathtakingly handsome. I can’t help imagining what his touch would do to me.
Would his hands be gentle or rough? Would he explore every inch of me? My thoughts shocked me. How could I feel something this strong for a stranger?
My first and only experience of romance was just during high school, and I’ve been crushing on the guy before he asked me out, but what I felt then wasn’t anything like this. What is it about Ignazio? Why do I feel this pull?
The thoughts of him alone send dirty images to my mind. I want him to do a lot of things for me. I wondered what it would be like to kiss him and taste him. I want him. Right here, right now. My skin tingled, and my ipples hardened. I’m losing control. I see the way his eyes roamed all over me. The air is charged between us. Like a spark waiting to be ignited. My thoughts are consumed by Ignazio’s proximity. My desire kept growing with every moment.
Ignazio's eyes lock onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. It makes me feel like he can see right through me, into the depths of my longing. But the hurt in my heart still lingers. He stands right beside me, smiling like nothing’s wrong, but something is wrong. He promised to call, and I waited on him, longing, but he didn’t. I thought we had a connection, but I guess I was just another conquest. I was just a fool waiting on him while he moves on with his life like nothing happened. Now that we meet again, he thinks he can just strode up to me and act like all is well.
Well, I won’t care about him. Why should I care? He shows he’s better off without me, and I would do the same.
My anger was rising. I’ll just pretend he doesn’t exist. I’ll focus on why I was here in the first place. Yeah! I told myself. I’m completely over him. But my eyes betrayed me and drifted back to Ignazio’s chiselled features. I sighed inwardly. Why on earth does he have to look so good? I remembered the time we shared in Rome, the first time we met, our dance. The way he held me, the way our bodies moved together.
No, Danica. Don’t go there. I cut off my thoughts. I ignored him and tried to walk away from the dance floor.
Kylie noticed me leaving the floor and walked up to me, leaving her dance partner. “Hey, Danny, are you okay?” Kylie’s eyes searched mine worriedly.
I forced a smile. “Yeah, just needed a break.”
Kylie raised an eyebrow. “Sure you are.”
Ignazio’s voice interrupted, low and husky. “Danica, may I have the pleasure?” He offered his hand again, inviting me.
I was torn between my feelings and desires. Should I accept his offer and confront him, or should I just decline and maintain my distance, leaving things as they are?
My heart skips a bit, as I wondered. If I leave now, I may never see him again, and I won’t get the closure I need. I hesitated, my hand lingering in midair before placing it in Ignazio’s. I tried to maintain a distance.
“Don’t let him know in. Don’t let him see.” My mind screamed at me.
Our bodies sway in perfect sync to the sound of music. This closeness with Ignazio continues to weaken my resolve. Feeling his warmth, his hand on my waist, his chest against mine. It’s like nothing’s changed. But recalling his empty promises, his lies. My anger resurfaced. I shouldn’t trust him, not now, not ever.
He looked into my eyes, piercing and intensely. “Danica, I..”
“No,don’t. Just dance.” I cut him off.
I don’t need him to feed me more lies. My resolve is already crumbling around him as our bodies moved in silence. I don’t need the final blow from his words to get lost in him again. From the way he looked at me, I could sense his desires, I could feel them.
He wants me, but for how long? Does he really care? My desires were rising as well. I want him too, so much that it scares me. Despite the hurt, I still want him badly.
Ignazio’s grip on my lower back tightened, pulling me closer to him. Our faces were inches apart, his lips came to my ears, whispering. “You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”
I swallowed at the pool of desire that settled below my belly. His warm breath tickled my ears, making me shiver.
I nodded, my voice barely audible. “And I shouldn’t?” I asked, trying to hold onto my last shred of control. “I remembered you asking me if it was okay for you to call but you didn’t? So, I can’t take it that you forgot, it was intentional.”
Ignazio’s expression softened under my accusing gaze. “I know, forgive me.”
I stared into his eyes, searching. Is he sincere? Or is this a play on my vulnerability?
The helplessness and pained look he was giving me seemed to be real. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know if I should trust him again.
Our lips were close, the air thick with aniticipation. Should I close up the gap and kiss him, rekindling the flame? Or should I pull back and maintain our distances?
My heart was pounding as I stared at him, unsure.
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