I S A B E L L A
I can't get Angelo and I's shower out of my head. I can't get... him... out of my head...
I stand in the large closet, a towel around my body as I try to keep my attention on what is right in front of me, but the truth is, my attention is elsewhere completely....
He and I, naked, together, taking a shower...
A sudden shudder passes through my body at the mere thought of him. How his skin felt against mine, under the water. How can a man like him have so much control? I assume most men would give in to having a naked woman standing in front of them, one who willingly wants them... But Angelo has chosen to wait for me, for me to feel ready for us to go all the way... And though, at the spur of the moment, I might have said yes, I still feel like I can wait just a little w
