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“What is wrong with you?” I asked angrily.
I had intended to say something a little more eloquent, but I found that I was too drunk and too irritated to think of anything.
“I’m so sorry,” he said simply.
His short response only fueled my anger. If he thought I would accept such a weak-ass apology, he could walk right back out that door.
“Why the fuck did you think it was okay to treat me like that?” I practically shouted in his face. “I was worried about you! I care about you! But instead of communicating like a fucking adult, you decided to treat me like dog shit in front of my friend. Do you know how fucking embarrassing that is? Here I’ve been sneaking around with you, risking my reputation for you, and you don’t give a fuck. You have no idea how much I’ve put on the line for you!”
“I know, I know. I’ve put a lot on the line too, Olivia. I know the sacrifices you’re making,” he murmured in a soothing voice.
I wasn’t ready to be soothed.
“No! You don’t know, actually! Because you’re not from my world, Gio. You don’t get what it’s like to grow up like I did! I had to watch every step. I had to learn to hold my tongue, something you obviously never figured out.”
At this point, I knew I was mostly just rambling, but I couldn’t stop myself. The daiquiris had taken control.
“I will never allow myself to be treated like that again,” I spat, pointing my finger into the middle of his chest for emphasis.
And I realized that I was telling the truth. I wasn’t some girl hiding inside her shell. I was a grown woman, and I was going to stand up for myself.
“That’s good, because I don’t want you to,” he said softly. “I’m ashamed of myself for ever speaking to you in such a dismissive way. I never thought that I would be capable of being so disrespectful to a woman that I respect greatly. I’ve been so stressed lately with work and Alessandro… I just forget what’s really important sometimes. But I always want you to call me on my bullshit. I don’t trust anyone else to keep me in line the way I trust you.”
I felt my anger start to dissipate at the genuine emotion in his voice. I could see on his face that he really meant what he was saying. He wasn’t just bullshitting me to try to get me to forgive him. He truly regretted what he had done. But I wasn’t quite ready to give it up just yet.
“Well… good, because I’m always going to call you out. You know how I feel about you. You know I’m on your side. I don’t ever want you to talk to me like we’re enemies. I will always be on your side.”
And with that, my fire went out and left me with nothing but a growing pool of warmth in my heart. I wasn’t sure if I had ever had an argument like this with someone before. It felt amazing to know that we could forgive each other and that even when we were angry, we had each other’s backs.
As I gazed at Gio’s face, I noticed that his eyes had lowered, and I became aware of how much my towel had slipped since I had loosened my grip on it. My breasts were damn near all the way exposed, the only thing keeping the towel up was the tightness of my nipples. Gio glanced at the two little nubs hungrily, as if he’d love to rip the towel off of me and see just how hard they were.
Instead of pulling the towel off, he leaned down and kissed me chastely on the lips, not even going so far as to press his tongue into my mouth. He cupped my face in his hands and caressed my cheeks tenderly with his thumbs.
His kiss felt like a question, like he was asking me if we really were okay, if I really meant it when I said all was forgiven. If his kiss was a question, mine was the answer. I kissed him back greedily, sucking his lower lip into my mouth and biting it gently. He sucked in a loud breath, then finally gave me the kiss that I really wanted, the one that made me feel like nothing existed except for us.
He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me in a tight hug as we continued to kiss like our lives depended on it. When he pulled away from the hug, my towel went with him. It landed on the floor between us with a damp thud.
He leaned back just long enough to look me up and down with appreciation, then leaned back into the kiss, one hand cupping my breast and playing with my nipple, the other wrapped around my lower back, gently caressing me before pushing lower. He squeezed my ass at the same time as his other hand tweaked my nipple, and a small moan escaped my lips. He really knew exactly what I liked. He slowly moved his hand from my ass to my thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles as he went.
But just as he began to slip his hand in between my legs and move his mouth down to my aching nipple, I realized that I wasn’t ready for us to fully be together again. Although I had forgiven him in my mind, my heart still felt bruised. My body pleaded with my heart to just let him continue to pleasure me, but I knew that if I went ahead now, I would regret it later. Pressing both hands against his chest, I gently pushed him away.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asked, his eyes glazed over with lust.
“I really want you,” I said. “But I think I need to spend the night alone. I just need a little more time to think.”
He looked a little disappointed, but he didn’t pressure me to change my mind. Instead, he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek. I turned into the kiss so that our lips met once more. He brushed his gently against mine before pulling away.
“I understand, baby,” he said. “As much as I’d love to get you into that bed right now, I wasn’t planning on coming here to get you to sleep with me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go to bed until I had apologized and made sure that we were okay.” He leaned over to grab my towel off the floor, wrapped it tightly around my shoulders, and kissed me again, softly. “Sleep well. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He left, and I was alone with my thoughts once more. My head was still spinning, but now I wasn’t sure if it was because of the alcohol, the anger, the making out, or all of the above.
I decided to stop dwelling on it and instead try to get some sleep. I replaced my towel with my favorite pair of pajamas and curled into bed. My head had already started throbbing, and I wasn’t looking forward to the hangover I would have tomorrow, but at least my heart was on its way to being healed.
*Olivia*
I woke up with less of a hangover than I had thought I would have, a small blessing. I was glad not to have a pounding headache, but I was starving. Instead of taking the time to get properly dressed, I pulled on some sweats that I had left lying on the floor beside my bed and wandered downstairs. I was too hungry to care who saw me looking like shit.
When I got to the kitchen, I found Dahlia and Tallon already awake and in the middle of breakfast. Had I really slept that late? I guessed that explained why I wasn’t feeling too hungover; I must have slept right through it.
“Would you like some, signora?” Maria asked me.
“Yes, please, thank you,” I said while selfconsciously brushing my hair behind my ears. Something about being served while looking like I had just rolled out of bed made me feel like I didn’t belong. I regretted letting my stomach do the thinking instead of just taking the time to get dressed.
As if to further mock the fact that I looked like I had recently been hit by a Mack truck, Tallon and Dahlia were both looking polished and put together. Even in spite of her cast, Dahlia had managed to put on full makeup with a cute sundress that made her look effortlessly beautiful. I sat next to her, trying to force the comparisons I was making between the two of us out of my head. It was never a good idea to start comparing looks with a best friend.
“Where is everyone?” I asked, wanting to know if I had a chance of seeing Giovani this morning. Our little make-up and make-out session last night had left me wanting more. I was glad I had chosen not to sleep with him, but today I realized that I was hungry for more than just breakfast.
“Alessandro and Giovani left some time before dawn this morning,” Tallon said, not offering any more information.
I tried not to look too disappointed.
Maria set a plate with a freshly baked chocolate pastry in front of me then turned around to begin cleaning up the kitchen. I nodded gratefully and began to shovel it in as fast as I could. Manners be damned… hangover hunger had turned me into a monster, and the only way to get rid of it was to eat. I practically moaned as the chocolate melted on my tongue.
Ignoring me, my best friend sighed loudly. “I think I’m going to die of boredom,” Dahlia sighed dramatically before flopping her head forward onto the counter.
I ignored her, too, and focused on my plate.
“Be careful with the dramatics; you’re going to reopen your wound,” Tallon said dryly.
I chuckled at the two of them. There really was nobody else who made me feel so much at home as they did. My pastry mostly gone, I was finally returning to normal.
“No, I think she’s right, Tallon,” I said. “Dahlia might be bulletproof, but she’s not boredom-proof.”
Tallon rolled his eyes, refusing to justify my ridiculous statement with an answer.
“Exactly!” Dahlia took what I had said and ran with it. “I’m NOT boredom-proof, and I’m going to die. Oh, Tallon, won’t you take us out for an adventure? Please? If it will keep your darling sister alive?” She proceeded to whine in an annoying wordless way that she had perfected as a child.
I looked on in amusement, wondering if it would work as well now as it did when we were kids. Sure enough, after just a few seconds of her irritating whimpers, Tallon held up his hands in defeat.
“Fine! Fine, just stop that! We can go for a drive. But if anything happens, I’m telling Gio it was your idea.”
“Yay!” Dahlia jumped up and clapped her hands before wincing when she hurt herself. She must’ve momentarily forgotten her sitches.
Tallon glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Were you planning on wearing that? I mean, no judgment or anything, but we are in Italy.”
“Tallon! That’s rude!” Dahlia exclaimed, shoving him in the shoulder before turning to me and actually noticing what I was wearing for the first time. “Okay, actually, Olive, he’s not wrong. You’ve got to change.”
I threw my head back and laughed. It was so nice to forget about my issues with Gio and Alessandro and just enjoy my friends.
“Alright, alright,” I said as if they had worn me down. “I guess I’ll go change so I can be presentable. I’d hate to embarrass you.”
Without missing a beat, Tallon responded, “You think the clothes matter?” I turned and looked at him and he grinned at me, obviously teasing. “Okay, we leave in fifteen.”
I shook my head. Someday I would have to remind him that other girls might not understand his sense of humor. He was going to get himself into real trouble with a woman who wasn’t as understanding as me.
