UNTIL DAYLIGHT

19

19.

New York, New York,

It's a love bet,

You call me and I will dress you

like the Broadway star.

I was as tense as a violin string as I looked for something to wear for dinner with Matteo tonight. If I wanted to get Mirko out of my mind, I would have to do my best to please him.

I took a deep breath and opted for my white dress, the one I kept only for special events.

At least, I would have convinced myself that this dinner was going to be, right?

I sighed and went to get ready, do my makeup, and fix my hair.

I put on my dress and went to the door and called Nina to get the zipper up.

“Are you going out with that handsome young man?” She asked, curious as ever.

I shook my head and arched my shoulders forward. "I haven't seen him for a while, Nina. He's gone .."

“And who are you dating?” She asked her.

"His name is Matteo. I met him when I arrived in Milan. Maybe I take Mirko out of my head if I go out with him, and I try to make him fit .. I think .." I murmured, uncertain in my voice.

Nina remained silent, adjusting the back of my dress.

“Nina?” I called her in a low, slightly shaky voice.

" Tell me dear "

“Do you think you can forget someone you feel more with her heart than with her head?” I asked as I turned to her, and looked at her face to understand her from her expressions.

"You know, you are still young, and I seem to see me at your age, but believe me, who you carry in your heart you will not forget even if you suffer from one of those stupid diseases that make you lose your memory. You forget it, on the contrary, you will always remain with the hope that, sooner or later, it will come back in front of you. "

I remained silent, immersed in Nina's words: she could understand me, or rather, she understood what I was hearing and spoke so cautiously to make me take her words well.

And it was like this: I would have waited for Mirko. I would have hoped that, one way or another, by pure chance, he would come back into my life to stay.

And he who knows if he was thinking about me, about that night.

***

Matteo and I had recently arrived at the restaurant. He was dressed really well, and tonight he had left his hair down, shoulder length. He was telling me about his work, and how heavy he had gotten over the past few weeks. In addition, he told me that he slept little, and that in the morning he had to deal with university courses. He would be graduating shortly!

At that moment I felt my heart rise in my throat. I saw Milla hold Mirko's hand and walk into the restaurant. I took the goblet and brought it to my lips, curling a tuft between my fingers. I sipped as slowly as possible, until she noticed me and walked over, excited.

She greeted me with kisses, and she asked me if I remembered Mirko. I tried to stay calm, but the tension was palpable. My heart in my throat, Mirko's gazes on him, and Matteo suspicious, and a little irritated, served as a side dish. When they left, Matthew spoke up.

“What's between you and him?” He asked.

“What?” I was stunned at that question.

Matteo began to giggle. "Come on! He ate you with his eyes, and you soon think you were dying here from the tension .." he took my hand: "Look how tense you are!"

I sighed and looked down. "I'm sorry Mat .."

"Actually I wanted to talk to you about something too .." He lingered just with his fork on the plate, before dropping it completely. I looked at him waiting for him to speak.

"I met a girl in my university. She is in her second year, and it happened that I helped her with her studies, until we ended up in bed .." He spoke.

I felt more relieved when she told me this. All my feelings of guilt crumbled within seconds.

"Here .. I didn't want to lie to you also because you don't deserve it, you understand?" He continued.

I smiled and nodded. My gaze fell on Mirko, again, and again.

He too was looking in my direction. I understood that that place was starting to hold tight to him, a bit like he was holding onto me.

"Don't look at him too much. Let's go, so he thinks I'm taking you home to have s*x .." he muttered the dark, winking at me.

I restrained myself laughing, and settled down while he went to pay.

I gave him one last look before leaving that room with Matteo.

We stayed in the car for a few minutes, in silence. It felt like my heart had lifted a burden after tonight. Feeling free, in a way, made me hope for more of what I wanted.

"Do you want me to leave you in front of the door?" Asked Matteo.

I shook my head and hugged him. "Thanks, Matteo."

He smiled and returned the hug: "You owe me a breakfast."

We laughed and then got out of the car.

"Alessia!"

" Yes? "

"Love always finds you, do you know?"

I raised my eyebrows.

“Don't look at me like that!” She exclaimed. "Come on, go home."

***

I walked towards the b & b when I noticed Mirko's figure standing there. He saw me, and we both moved closer, until we came face to face. I slapped him before I started kissing him.

In the end it was what I wanted, and I wanted it so badly, at any cost!

We went in and quickly went to my room. I locked the door and we resumed kissing, touching. I felt his member against my intimacy as he held me firmly by my thighs, with my back to the wall. He took off my dress, and stood for a moment, noticing that I was not wearing a bra. He started kissing me again; the neck, face, chest, then on the n*****s. He lowered himself a little, leaving a trail of wet kisses on my skin, while he massaged and squeezed my n*****s with his hand.

"I want you baby .." he said excitedly, muttering.

He laid me down on my bed, and moved on to take off his jeans and boxers. I looked at his body, every single part of it. The tattoos that covered his arms, and then the one on his neck. He lay down on me, and started teasing my entrance with the tip of his erection. I gasped, panted. I wanted to make love with him. I wanted to feel him take on every single part of me.

I was a little scared, like when you are in the stage of doing it for the first time. He looked at me as if he understood.

“You're not leaving again, are you?” I whispered uncertainly, stroking his face. I looked into his eyes. I was falling in love with it, I felt it from how my heart was beating in those moments.

“How could I do that after tonight?” He replied.

Smiling, I approached his lips again, and started kissing him as softly as possible. He entered me and I held him.

"You're tight…" he whispered, continuing to push himself.

I'm your. I'm only yours.

This was what I repeated in my mind.

He started to move. I loved feeling his warm breath envelop my body. The movements of him that from decided, went slow, then increased.

He put his lips on my shoulder, holing up like that, to me. He started to push himself faster, just a little, while my moans were louder, more intense.

He came right after, coming out and holding me, biting my skin, my shoulder. Then he collapsed on my body, like a baby would when he snuggles against his mother's breast. My fingers in his hair; I caressed him, I held him tight.

“I think it's the best thing that could happen, you know?” He spoke softly, still in that position.

"I think the best thing that could have happened to me is you, Mirko .." I murmured softly.

We fell asleep after a while. Immersed in our breaths that returned to regularize themselves in the silence. In that desire not to leave. We had found each other for a reason, and we would have understood it if we had lived our moments to the full, without running away.

***

I woke up and found Mirko sleeping next to me. I caressed his face and hid myself in his arms, wrapping my leg around him. I was sleepy, but I wanted it.

"Love .." he whispered, softly, lying on his back, and making me lie on top of him.

He opened his eyes and I settled down to welcome him inside me.

"Mh .." I panted when he walked in and started moving, lying down and kissing him.

He helped me with the thrusts, squeezing the skin of my thighs.

I was panting harder, harder, until I came. His lips between mine, still pushing inside me, reaching o****m shortly after.

I rested his face on his chest; he held me close.

When you love someone, making love becomes important, almost essential. I had woken up and wanted it. Now that he was with me, he was mine, I wanted him so deeply.

It is true that following the mind can make sure that you do not choose the wrong path, that it takes you on the path not to get lost.

But only by following the heart do you know where to find love and happiness. I had chosen the heart. I would have always chosen him, as I would have chosen Mirko after tonight!