DIANA
The man was a talker and soon and I was telling him everything about me. Not my family name or anything, just my feelings about being cooped up by them and he listened with rapt attention while I narrated how I wanted so many things for myself that wasn’t attached to my family.
He was not only a good listener but a damn attractive man and I could feel the pull to him, the one I had felt earlier when we collided against one another. I was tempted to want to run my palm along the lines of his face and through his sleek hair.
“You sound like you are seeking adventure” He finally said after my family speech
“I guess I am but not exactly adventure… just something more”
I was trying and failing at pinpointing why exactly I was in Italy and even if I was trying to tell myself it was to
