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“Yeah, yeah,” I sighed. “Just tell me what you think, though.”
“Honestly?” Dahlia crossed her arms, getting to her feet as she headed straight for my closet. “Absolutely not.”
I flinched, grabbing my phone tightly as I eyed her cautiously. “You wouldn’t date an older man? Not even if you really liked him?”
“Of course not!” Dahlia laughed, pulling one of my hung-up dresses from the closet. “What would we even talk about? Plus, I doubt any older man could keep up with me.”
She winked at me and I laughed.
“But then again, it did work for my parents, so who knows?” Dahlia shrugged. “Hey, can I borrow this?”
She pulled a dress out, one I had forgotten I even had before I’d thrown it in my suitcase, just in case. Dahlia had convinced me to buy it, but I never ended up wearing it. Truth be told, dresses like that were more of Dahlia’s style than mine.
She held it over her clothes, looking in the mirror with a grin. She raised an eyebrow toward me, and I smiled, shaking my head fondly.
“I just hung that up, Dolly,” I smiled, getting to my feet. “Besides, don’t you have enough clothes?”
“I wanted something new for my next date with Lorenzo and look, isn’t it cute on me?” Dahlia said with a pleased look. “I was just going to go shopping, but this is so much easier.”
“Of course, ’cause my closet is a mall now,” I said with a grin.
“Please?” she pouted, giving me those big puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn’t resist. “I’ll let you borrow anything you want from mine–pinky promise.”
“All right, all right,” I laughed, covering her eyes playfully. “Let me borrow your cardigan then.”
“The red one?” she asked, pursing her lips in thought. “Why that one?”
“It’s super soft. You did say anything, Dolly,” I crossed my arms, smirking as she pondered my offer.
“You drive a hard bargain, but deal.” She grinned, throwing the dress onto the bed as she flopped down next to it. She stretched out as if she owned it, grabbing one of my pillows and placing it under her chin as her legs swung back and forth in the air.
“So Lorenzo loves the arts! He was telling me all about Michaelangelo and the David statue. And get this, he’s even an artist himself! We just have so much in common,” Dahlia rambled on as I took a seat next to her.
“You’re not an artist, Dolly,” I laughed, “You hate paint ’cause it’s too dirty.”
“There’s more to art than paint, Olive,” she struck back immediately. “Besides, don’t you remember that art class I took?”
“The required one in high school?” I smirked, crossing my arms. “That you almost failed because you thought it was too boring?”
Dahlia paused, glaring at me as she grabbed my pillow and swung it at my head.
“Don’t ruin my fantasies, Olive!” Dahlia huffed as I burst into giggles.
“You like him that much?”
“I do,” Dahlia blushed, hugging the pillow to her chest. “We just clicked. I felt like I could talk to him about anything. He was so sweet and understanding, nothing like the American boys back home. I mean, I felt like he really cared about what I was saying, and it helps that he’s absolutely gorgeous. I mean, did you see those abs? It took so much effort not to let my hands start to wander on the moped. If there hadn’t a shirt between us, I’d–”
“Dolly!” I grabbed my pillow, smacking her in the side of the head with it.
“What?” Dahlia grinned, innocently. “You’d do the exact same thing, Olive. I swear he was carved by Michaelangelo himself. I can’t wait for the heat wave–sweat pouring down his muscles, his shirt clinging tightly–”
“Dolly,” I smirked, shaking my head playfully. “Leave the man some dignity, why don’t you?”
“Fine, fine,” Dahlia waved her hand. “You’d do well getting yourself your own romance, you know. You’ve been single for too long.”
I smiled as Giovani flashed through my head, my hands buried in his dark curls as his arms wrapped around my waist…. The taste of him still lingered in my mouth, the desire in his eyes burning as he devoured every inch of me.
I regretted telling him no, but I knew it was the right thing to do.
That particular romance wasn’t going anywhere.
“That reminds me!” Dahlia clapped her hands, turning to me with a huge grin. “Lorenzo said he had a few friends who were single. I bet you’d click with one of them.”
Oh no.
“Nope,” I immediately shut that down before her fantasies started up. I crossed my arms disapprovingly. “You know how I feel about you setting me up with guys. Remember last time?”
“Oh, come on,” Dahlia protested, “That was so not my fault. How was I supposed to know he had a girlfriend?”
“He had two! And he was a total creep.” I shuddered. Just the thought of that guy was enough to make my skin crawl. It had been a few years ago but I still wouldn’t forget the way he looked at me.
“Fine, fine,” Dahlia pouted. “Be a party pooper. I’ll still love you.”
“I love you, too, Dolly,” I laughed, throwing myself back onto the bed. I stared up at the ceiling, my mind heading to where it always did these days–Giovani.
Even just talking with him all night had been amazing. I’d never felt a connection like that before, where I felt his dark eyes on me the entire time. He wasn’t like the guys who were only after sex. He actually wanted to know what I had to say.
Everything had just poured out of me, things I wouldn’t normally say to anybody. But he didn’t judge me for anything. He was intelligent, handsome, sexy, and everything I had ever wanted in a man.
But he was also forbidden.
I stared at the ceiling as Dahlia fell onto her back beside me, her sighing as well.
“I have a feeling we’ll never forget our time here,” Dahlia said quietly.
I hummed in agreement, realizing now there was only one word to call what I had been feeling toward Giovani. I had to admit it, even if I could only admit it to myself.
I liked him.
Well, there was no going back now.
*Olivia*
“How do I look?” Dahlia twirled in place wearing the dress she had borrowed from me. It was shorter and simpler than her usual style but as always, it fit her like a glove. From her waist to her bust, every asset was perfectly showcased just enough to be enticing but still classy.
I whistled appreciatively.
“Another date with Lorenzo?” I asked with a grin.
“He’s taking me out to dinner.” She blushed, gazing into the mirror as she checked every inch of her reflection for blemishes. Dahlia had always been kind of a perfectionist when it came to her image.
I watched her in the mirror for a minute. Something was missing. Even with the beautiful earrings she had chosen, I still felt like there was something more she needed to complete the look.
“It needs something,” I got to my feet, searching through the contents of the suitcase I hadn’t bothered to put away yet. “Aha!”
