Lorenzo pulled away from the kiss to study her face. It was obvious, she wasn’t into it. The Fiona he knew was rarely ever not in the mood for s*x, so he picked up on it instantly.
“What did you say you wanted to talk about?” he asked, voice lowering.
Without warning, Fiona burst into tears. Lorenzo gently pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back in slow circles. But she suddenly pulled away, her eyes narrowing as she glanced down.
“Seriously?” she asked, wiping her cheeks.
“What?” Lorenzo blinked, confused.
“I’m crying, and you are hard?”
He looked away for a second, then he whispered, “I… I don’t know what to say.”
“Of course you don’t,” she snapped.
Lorenzo pulled her face closer again, and this time, Fiona didn’t hesitate. She kissed him, deeply and deliberately, her fingers
