Chiara
“Oh my dear Lord, you horny things should get a room. Oh my, oh my.” Domenico’s grandfather covered his face in embarrassment.
I sat frozen on Domenico’s thigh, my face ghostly white. Domenico wasn’t fazed; instead, he pulled me closer by the neck.
The worst part was that he wasn’t kissing me. Our lips were just touching each other, but to every other person, it looked like we were devouring each other.
When I tried pulling away, he held back my hands, pinning my wrists with little to no effort.
“I’m out of here; give this to them,” I heard his grandfather mutter, then his footsteps began fading.
And only then did Domenico set me free. I sprang off his lap, my eyes nearly out of their sockets.
The first thing I did was wipe my lips with the back of my palm, and Domenico did t
