*Camilla*
After relying on Adriano's memory, which is rusty at best, along with the advice of the cab driver, we pulled up to what appears to be a warm and inviting restaurant. Apparently, it is owned by some relative of the driver.
The warm atmosphere of the restaurant embraces us as Adriano opens the door to me, shunning the chilled winter LA night as he leads me inside. His hand moves gently over the small of my back lightly, but possessively, as his thumb firmly massages my spine through the sleek material of my dress. The intimate nature of the bistro makes waiting to be seated a very close matter. Close enough that I can feel the rigid heat of Adriano's desire pressing into my back.
“I'm thinking somewhere away from the crowd tonight. What do you think, sweetheart ?” He asks.
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