Salvatore DiMarco
She said she was falling for me, and that was enough, enough to spark in me something close to hope. I was not naive, she was not nearly there, and I will never force or pressure her to be mine, unless she wants to be.
That is a line I will never cross, not even when I burn for her. Sleeping during our flight to Paris was the closest I have been to being tortured for hours. Every time she stirred, every movement that drew her close to my body, completely unraveled me.
I admired her so much, there were not enough words that I could use to let her know how wonderful she is, and at the same time, she looked up at me, and in a tender, soft-voiced, she asked me, almost like a plea, to be gentle with her… f**k me, if I ever make her cry…
The plane landed in the lovely ci
