LUCIANA
I have this image in my mind. An enticing image of Dario in his wet clothes. Except this time my imaginations have gone deeper.
I pull him back to the pool and when he's closer, his lips graze mine.
They are warm enough and I want nothing but to get into a deeper kiss.
I jolt at the realization of my imagination.
Great.
Now I'm making things up in my brain.
This can't be happening. I need to seal this deal and be done with it. Done and dusted. No more spending time, no more playing his games.
The games that I know if I played along, it would be the equivalent of playing with fire and I'll be the one to get burnt.
But then, I realize he would be out there doing the same to another woman.
If he doesn't have a girlfriend, that is. And that thought seems like a sour topic fo
