I couldn't bear it any longer. I had to speak up. Anthony's presence triggers an explosion of theories and scenarios in my mind, and it frustrates me that I don't know how to handle it.
Expressing my feelings and thoughts seemed like the best course of action. However, witnessing Anthony's bewildered expression and the curious gazes of those around us in the restaurant makes me slightly regretful for what I've said.
"Julieta, you elicit all three reactions you mentioned, all at once," Anthony nods, taking a sip of his whiskey. My mouth goes dry as I notice the glisten of the drink on his lower lip...
I hesitate for a moment before mustering the courage to respond. And then it becomes clear, he wants me too.
Why is my heart racing with this realization?
It's not appropriate to feel thi
