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I may have been imagining it, but I could have sworn that there was a slight flush to his cheeks.
Maybe he was just as worked up about our encounter as I was. I wanted to talk to him about it, but I couldn’t do that right now. I wouldn’t even know what to say, anyway. I wanted to know what he was interested in me for.
Did he just want to have a little fun or was there something more….
I shook the thoughts away and took another bite of food.
That wasn’t a thought process that I could follow right then. I needed to forget about it.
“So, school’s going well?” Olivia asked with a friendly smile.
I nodded and took a bite of potatoes. I glanced at Mom. She didn’t seem to be paying attention. She was talking to Gio about something.
I hadn’t talked to Mom about my plans to transfer yet, and I didn’t want to blurt it out in front of the whole family.
“Are you enjoying the university?”
“I enjoy having my own space,” I said truthfully. “The university is amazing, but it can be a little overwhelming.”
“Ah,” she said with a knowing nod. “New environments can be that way. I know you were only a child when the big move happened, but I’m sure you can remember how stressful it could be at times.”
I nodded. I did remember how hard it was for everyone to adjust to life in America. There were a lot of differences in the culture between the United States and Italy. It took a long time for everyone to feel at home. It was weird to think about now. Everyone was so confident and comfortable in this new life.
“You’ll get through the stress,” she assured me.
I smiled at Olivia. “Thank you.”
My smile was strained, and I took another bite quickly to hide it. I felt a little guilty about my plans, but I knew that it was the right move. I just hoped that Mom and everyone else would understand. I didn’t want to let them down.
“Cat?” Elio’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.
I looked up at him and met his eyes. There was an intensity to the way he was looking at me that made my breath catch in my throat.
The memory of his hands on my skin made me shudder.
“Pass the butter,” he said suddenly.
I blinked in confusion. He pointed to the butter dish sitting to my right, then nodded toward the head of the table. “Gio asked, but I don’t think you could hear him.”
My face was burning with embarrassment. I fumbled the butter dish and passed it up the table toward Gio.
“Sorry,” I muttered.
“Do you want more wine?” Elio asked.
I frowned at him, then looked at my empty glass. I didn’t even realize that I had finished it. Was I a little drunk? Maybe that was why I was feeling so scatterbrained.
“Yes, please,” I answered.
Elio stood up and went to grab a bottle of wine. I expected him to hand it to me, but instead he walked behind me and leaned over my shoulder to pour me a glass.
I could smell the musk of his cologne and the heat of his body close to mine. I bit the inside of my cheek and resisted the urge to look at him. He lingered for a moment before standing up again.
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“Any time,” he said close to my ear. Then he turned and walked away.
Arousal and frustration threatened to overwhelm me. I picked up my glass and took a deep swallow of the tart wine. It was delicious, and I focused on the feeling of the liquid on my tongue to distract myself.
No one else seemed to notice the tension between us. I was grateful for that.
When we finished dinner, everyone made their way into the living room. Someone turned on the music, and most of the younger people began to dance while the older generation sat around talking in serious tones, though I didn’t pay attention to most of the conversation.
I helped Mom clear the table and prepare the desserts. We made a large pot of coffee, and the smell of fresh brew and cinnamon filled the house.
It was pleasant… so was the sound of laughter and conversation that filled the air.
I smiled and took in the feeling of being surrounded by family.
The party went on for hours.
We ran out of wine and started encouraging people to drink coffee and eat more. Mom said she didn’t want leftovers, but I knew she was trying to sober everyone up.
I helped her to prepare coffee for Gio just the right way. He complimented me after taking the first sip. I just smiled and went back to the kitchen to brew more.
Natalia and Olivia insisted on filling the dishwasher before they would leave, so it was very late by the time Mom and I closed the door behind our last guest and set the alarm.
Mom sighed and looked at me.
“That was a success,” she declared. “Thank you so much for all the help. I know that you’re here to enjoy the holiday, not spend your holiday vacation working.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s really alright. I love having the family around.”
I took a deep breath. I was still a little tipsy, and I knew it would help me to tell her about my plans. I couldn’t keep putting off the conversation.
“Mom, you said before that I can talk to you about anything, right?”
“Of course,” she said with concern. “What’s on your mind?
“School,” I said. “I’ve been thinking a lot about it, and I’m not sure that I’m in the right place.”
Her face fell, but she hid the disappointment quickly. “What do you mean, dear? Are you thinking of changing your major? That’s not a problem if you are, you’re mostly taking general education classes, right?”
“It’s not my major that’s the problem,” I said. “It’s the school. I don’t think it’s a good fit for me. I’m having a hard time being so far from home.”
She frowned in confusion. “You’re not saying that you want to drop out—”
“No,” I said quickly. “I know how important it is to get my education.”
“Well, then I don’t understand. What do you mean?”
I took a breath to calm myself and stood up straight. She would have to understand my choice. Even if she wasn’t happy about it, I knew that it was the right call for me.
“At the end of the semester, I’m moving back and transferring to UCLA.”
