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The compound came into sight, just as the sunlight passed over the house. I came to a halt in front of the door, unlocking it and stepping inside. I took a minute to peel my shoes off, leaving me in my socks.
My heart raced, and I could feel it thumping out of my chest from the run. I grinned, releasing my hair from the ponytail I’d pulled it into as I headed straight for the kitchen. I placed my shoes on one of the stools and grabbed a water from the fridge.
The cool liquid poured down my throat in a much needed relief. I sighed, leaning against the counter as I took out my phone.
I scrolled through the latest social media, sipping my water as I waited for my heart to calm down.
That is, until I heard the door opening quietly. I looked up just in time to see a shadow slinking towards the stairs.
“Dolly?” I called out, recognizing the red pumps in her hands.
Dahlia jumped a foot in the air, turning to face me with wide eyes.
“You scared me to death, Olive!” Dahlia laid a hand over her chest, breathing in deeply. “I almost shit my pants.”
“Sorry,” I laughed as Dahlia joined me in the kitchen. Her hair was a mess, and her dress was halfway to being indecent. There were all kinds of red marks blossoming along her neck and chest, and I laughed openly at her.
“Did you at least leave him a note?” I giggled, imagining the face of Lorenzo when he woke up and was left all alone.
“Oh,” Dahlia paused for a second and then shrugged, “I’ll send him a text. I had to get back before Giovani wakes up. Imagine I walked in, and he was here instead of you.”
She shuddered as she headed straight for the fridge. She grabbed a water as well, opening the cap skillfully with one hand before she downed it like a woman who hadn’t seen water in a week.
“I imagine he’d lecture you pretty good,” I said, the thought bringing a smile to my face. I wasn’t willing to test it, though. “Did you walk all the way back home?”
“What?” Dahlia looked at me like I was crazy. “Hell no. Gabriele was passing by and picked me up. I made him promise not to tell Giovani though.”
“Really? Gabriele just happened to be passing by?” I smirked, not believing it at all. “Seems pretty convenient.”
“Oh, please. He was checking out somebody nearby. I’d know if Gio had him following me. It wouldn’t be the first time,” Dahlia rolled her eyes, finishing off her water in record time.
“Whatever you say,” I grinned.
The more I learned of Giovani, the more mysterious he became. He seemed to be very protective of those around him, but I never really understood why. It was like there was danger around every corner, and he was the only one who could stop it.
I wondered, not the first time, what it was Giovani did for a living… what any of Dahlia’s family did for a living.
But like always, the thought was passing.
Dahlia yawned into her hand, and I knew I had a short window before she crashed. There was something about the look in her eye that made me pause, however. She seemed almost content in a way, like she was finally satisfied.
For as long as I had known Dahlia, she had always been a little greedy, always wanting more and more. That’s just the way she grew up, getting everything her heart desired. But now, it seemed like the opposite.
She was content.
“Alright, time to spill,” I said, loudly. “Tell me every lavacious detail. What happened on this date?”
Dahlia grinned at me.
*Olivia*
“So then he brought out this wine he’d bought just for us, and it was pretty good, but y’know that wasn’t what I came for, so then he’s like you know what would make it even more delicious? And I was like ‘what?’ even though I knew where this was going, and he kissed me and it was so sweet–”
I grinned, listening to her ramble on. I was strongly reminded of when we were in middle school, and we’d snuck out to our first party. Dahlia had spent seven minutes in heaven with Trey, the cutest boy in our school, and afterward, she’d been just like this, rambling on and on about the kiss like it was some glorious scene in a romance movie–at least, until her dad overheard us. That was a pretty messy night. We’d both gotten in deep trouble.
Hearing how his precious little girl had not only snuck out at a party but lost her first kiss to some punk kid did not make for a happy father.
Now, though, we were adults, and if Dahlia’s night last night was a romance movie, it would not be rated PG.
Laying on my stomach with my pillow tucked under my head, I watched her as she rambled on, standing in front of the mirror, washing her face of last night’s makeup.
“Things went from there, and when he took his shirt off–my god! He was built like an Adonis, Olive. An Adonis! I’d seen some hot guys, but damn, he was fine,” Dahlia grinned, sending me a look. “But that’s nothing compared to when he took off his pants. Let me tell you–”
“Alright, alright, I get it,” I laughed into my pillow, not sure I wanted to hear any more of how hung Lorenzo was. “Tell me any more about his dick, and I won’t be able to look him in the eye anymore.”
“That better be the only place you’re looking,” Dahlia said playfully. “Don’t be making eyes at my man.”
“Oh, he’s yours now?” I smirked. “I thought you didn’t do relationships?”
“Ha, ha.” Dahlia got up from the vanity, taking a seat right next to me. She pulled her feet into a criss-cross, biting her bottom lip as she practically glowed. “This guy is different. I can just feel it. It’s more than just sex, it’s… I don’t know. Maybe it’s crazy, but I feel like I could fall for him.”
I smiled, softly, reaching out to grasp her hand. “I’m happy for you, Dolly. Really.”
“Thanks, Olive,” Dahlia smiled brightly.
I smirked, faking a sigh as I said, “Well, you’re certainly going to be breaking so many hearts back home. I heard Brendon was still hung up on you.”
“Ugh!” Dahlia rolled her eyes. “It was one time, and I was drunk. He needs to let it go. Besides,” she grinned wickedly, “I swear Italian men are just better than American men. Lorenzo actually made me come.”
“Dolly!” I squealed, laughing as I pushed her.
She fell back onto the bed, laughing with a huge grin. “You’ll find out once you have your sexual awakening, Olive,” Dahlia hummed to herself.
My smile faded as I felt a pang of guilt in my heart.
I couldn’t tell her I already knew what she was talking about, though. I ran back to the limited experience I had with the American boys in high school–a few makeout sessions was all.
It was nothing compared to what Giovani had made me feel, how amazing it had felt to be with him. Anticipation bubbled up in my stomach, excitement about the next time I could have him fuck my brains out.
I glanced at Dahlia as she hummed one of the pop songs that had been playing endlessly on the radio lately. I felt guilty keeping it a secret, but I would tell her one day.
She had always been honest with me, and it would hurt her that I couldn’t do the same.
I sighed. I felt like I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. No matter which road I took, somebody was going to get hurt.
My thoughts were interrupted, however, as somebody knocked three times on the door in succession.
“Shit!” Dahlia looked down at her dress still on the floor and quickly kicked it underneath the bed before she called out “Come in!”
An innocent smile was back on her face, like she had done nothing. But even I knew there was no getting out of this. Even if he had been a bit distracted last night, he knew Dahlia hadn’t come home.
Giovani stepped inside, wide awake and handsome as ever. His eyes landed on Dahlia but then swirled to me. Surprise colored his face at my presence, and I gave him a sheepish wave.
His eyes trailed down my body sprawled out on the bed. I was still in the tank top and shorts I had gone running in, and they were not loose at all. A pang shot to my stomach. No matter how sore I was, I was ready to go for round two.
