Bruce
The flight straight back to Italy took shorter than I expected. It was either that the flight was generally short or that I was simply giddy. Giddy that I had seen her—giddy that, for lack of a better word, I had kissed her. I chuckled at least seven times to myself when I remembered the way her tongue moved over mine. Everything was perfect, down to the last detail. I smiled, recalling the way she had relaxed in my arms. It was too adorable, and most importantly, it was too distracting. At least a hundred million times during the k*ss, I had wanted to take off her clothes and have my wicked way with her, but constraints and all that jaz… Eventually, I settled for the k*ss. I had to settle quite literally not to rip off her clothes from her body and continue then and there.
“Someo
