Mena
It seemed like my fingers were working overtime as I was texting back and forth with Pilar. If we weren't texting, we were talking over the phone.
In the span of just a week, we had gone from acquaintances to close friends and I couldn't imagine my life without her. We had bonded over everything, from our shared sense of humor to our late night conversations about unserious things.
'Anyway, how's that fine man of yours doing?' I put down my phone just as quickly as I had read that text.
My gaze drifted toward the closed bathroom door which Alessio was behind, showering.
The fresh memory of our kiss was still in my mind. He had never addressed it again, just pretended as if it didn't happen. It was good because it wasn't something to discuss, but also horrible because it meant he
