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“You mean, you–” I frowned, trying to think of the right words to say before I decided to just blurt it out. “You mean you like me?”
Surprise colored his face as he gave me an incredulous look.
“Livi,” he chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned forward, and I flinched on instinct, but he only raised his hand to pat me on the head like when we were kids.
“Of course, I like you,” he smiled, happily. “You’re funny, amazing, pretty, and the kindest person I know. How could I not like you?”
I was stunned.
He really liked me–like as a woman and not as a friend? The thought of it was mind-blowing to me. I just couldn’t comprehend it.
Why? The tension was like nothing else I felt, unsure of what to say or do. I felt like an awkward tween again receiving my first confession. Did I turn him down? Did I agree? What should I do?
But I wasn’t a kid anymore.
I was an adult. I thought I had become better at this, but it was different when it was your childhood friend. This was Dahlia’s brother, for god’s sake!
“You really don’t hide anything, Livi,” Alessandro chuckled. He pinched my cheek, pulling my lips up into a forced smile. “Stop worrying so much.”
I wondered what kind of look I had on my face. But perhaps he was right. Maybe I was just blowing this out of proportion.
“Sorry,” I said after he let go of my cheeks. I rubbed them; they were a little sore and probably red. “I’m just a bit shocked. It’s been a lot.”
He nodded understandingly, sobering as he glanced at his tea with a self-deprecating smile.
“I do admit I should’ve waited until a better time to tell you,” he admitted sheepishly. “Things have been a bit tense lately. You don’t need more things piled up on your shoulders, so don’t worry too much about it, okay?”
My heart ached at how lonely he looked. Even though he said he was okay, my pulling away had to have hurt him a bit.
I glanced down at my tea, a thought coming to me, and I smiled hesitantly at him.
“Besides, you don’t like lavender tea anyway,” I joked, lifting my mug.
It was bad, but Alessandro glanced at me with a huge grin, and the awkwardness faded away as we both burst into laughter.
“You’re such a dork, Livi.” He grinned as he flicked my forehead. It didn’t hurt, but it reminded me strongly of when we were kids.
“Hey,” I pouted playfully. “Like you’re one to talk.”
“Touche.” He shrugged and then suppressed a yawn with the back of his hand. “I should probably go back to bed.”
“I should probably do the same,” I nodded. I drank down the last of my tea and got up to rinse out my empty mug in the sink. I heard Alessandro’s steps behind me, and I stiffened as I felt his heat against my back.
I spun around, an awkward smile on my face as I clasped the now-clean mug tightly in my hands. He was close–too close–and he nodded as he snaked his arm around me to reach the water.
I stepped to the side, away from him, as I settled my cup into the drying rack. Alessandro was right behind me before I could take a single step away.
“I’ll walk you to your room. I’m just a few doors down,” he told me softly.
I nodded, pretending I wasn’t uncomfortable as I thought of what this would look like if someone walked in on us. He kept close to me, enough that our arms brushed together as we walked upstairs.
I counted each step, trying to keep my mind off of Alessandro and the way I felt his eyes continue to flicker to me, watching me. I was overly attentive of it now that I was aware, and not in a good way.
Knowing that he liked me, I wasn’t sure how to react to him anymore, especially considering my relationship with Giovani.
Giovani and I… were something. We definitely weren’t nothing, and we definitely weren’t just sex. We felt something for each other, but I didn’t really have a name for it. It was a secret, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t there.
I felt guilty now. I’d almost let Alessandro kiss me. What if Giovani found out that Alessandro had feelings for me… or about what had almost happened in the kitchen?
I didn’t want to hide it, but I didn’t want to reveal Alessandro’s feelings without his consent. I couldn’t do that to him.
Besides, Giovanni and I hadn’t even figured out our own relationship.
I sighed heavily as we turned the corner, and then I froze in my tracks.
A familiar figure stood right outside my bedroom door, and his eyes drifted to mine as soon as we stepped around the corner.
Giovani stood there, his arms crossed over his chest as he waited patiently.
“What are you doing in front of her room, Giovani?” Alessandro asked defensively, a suspicious look on his face.
Giovani glanced at me and then Alessandro, his emotions hidden deeply behind his mask. I bit my lip, guilt brushing in me even though nothing had happened.
What if he got the wrong idea?
Giovani only smiled, relaxed, as he answered casually, “I was just coming to make sure she was getting some sleep. But I guess you went for some late night tea.”
“Uh, yeah,” I shifted from foot to foot, unsure of where to look.
“It’s not the first time you’ve snuck off the kitchen at night.” He smiled amicably, and I stiffened, trying not to give myself away. “Did you get enough sleep?”
The first time we’d really spent time together–I had almost forgotten.
I laughed, stiffly, hoping it sounded at least a bit more real than it did to me.
“Not much, actually,” I told him, avoiding his burning eyes. “But I’m going to try for some more now.”
I saw Giovani nod from the corner of his eye, and Alessandro glanced between us with a weird look before he stepped forward.
He turned to me with a smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” I nodded, hurriedly.
I stared at the floor, avoiding eye contact with both men as I rushed to my room.
“Goodnight,” I called out as I shut the door in a hurry. I slammed my back against the door, breathing out in relief.
I groaned silently. I had totally messed that up. There was no way Alessandro hadn’t figured out there was something between us, or that Giovani had figured out something happened in the kitchen.
What was I going to do now? How was I going to explain this to either one of them?
An idea popped into my head like a lightbulb going off, and I realized that I didn’t have to say anything to them. Like how I’d dodged Alessandro’s kiss, I could use the stress of the past few days as an excuse, not that it wasn’t true either.
The nightmare still burned in my mind and seared into every inch, and I was sure it wasn’t going to be my last. Problems just seemed to keep lining up for me.
