The Italian

The air leaves my lungs as I imagine him alone in the dark, pleasuring himself.

Dear God.

He runs his fingertips down my cheek, and I stare up at him. His gaze drops to my lips, and my sex clenches.

Kiss me.

Enrico cups my face and grabs a handful of my hair.

Kiss me.

He places his thumb under my bottom lip and opens my mouth slightly as if imagining something. A frown mars his face as he stares at my open mouth.

Kiss me, goddamn it.

He seems to suddenly refocus and then blinks once. “We should get going. Breakfast is waiting.” He steps back from me.

Wait, what? Where’s my kiss?

“Okay, sure.” I grab my purse and supplies, and I turn to him in a fluster. “I’m ready, are you?”

He smirks, knowing full well that I was waiting for him to kiss me. “Oh, I’m ready. Let’s go Olivia.”

* * *

“Table for two, please,” Enrico asks the waiter.

“This way, please,” the Italian waiter replies.

We follow him through the restaurant and out of a door that opens up to a courtyard. The ground is made of cobblestones, and colorful flowers light up the area in large pots. Its quaint and cute.

The waiter pulls out my chair. “Thank you.” Rico sits down opposite me.

“Can I get you something to drink?” the waiter asks.

Rico looks over at me. “Would you like an espresso, Olivia?”

I scan the menu quickly. I don’t think my poor hungover stomach can handle a strong coffee this morning. “I’ll have an English breakfast tea, please.”

The waiter smiles and scribbles down my order.

“I’ll have an espresso with an extra shot of coffee,” Rico says.

“Thank you.”

The waiter leaves us alone, and nerves bubble in my stomach again.

Rico pours us both a glass of water. “You look beautiful today.”

I smile. “Liar.” I rearrange the napkin on my lap. “I’m feeling very secondhand.”

He frowns, not understanding what I mean.

“I feel hungover from last night. I feel a little sick,” I clarify.

“Oh.” He smiles. “I see.” He opens the menu and peruses the choices, and I do the same. “What are you having?”

In order to feel better, I need full fat and double of everything. But then in order to get Rico to kiss me, I need to appear less pig-like.