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“But will it be amazing?”

Lorenzo sighs long and hard, and we look at each other.

I notice more sweat form on those sinful lips of his, and I want to latch on to them again, or have them kiss methere.

We were so close, and it was almost like we were a couple in Napa Valley. As we walked, talked and connected. Back here, we are different.

We haven’t seen each other much, over the last week, and Lorenzo has been away for meetings. It feels like he’s avoiding me.

I don’t like it, and I’m confused, but maybe he doesn’t like melike that. If he had, he’d have made a move by now, and ripped my panties off me.

I miss, the oldus, and I miss our Friday night hangout, which is today, tonight, now.

As I lay in the heat, my mind goes around and around. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know if I’m infatuated or falling. All I know is that I want him.

All of him, andbad.

The next day,Lorenzo is away all day. I don’t want to sit at home Saturday night and feel down, again! Not right now.

After searching on a couple of dating apps, I check out several guys. Finally, I find one that sounds less of a dick than the others. As we message, he seems okay. Even if he’s an eight and not a ten, like Lorenzo, he may at least want me.

I figure, what the hell, and we communicate more and more. As energy forms, he asks me out, and I get excited. Excited and scared.

Tonight, is on.

Early evening, I do yoga, learn more Italian, and I practice salsa. I want to message Lorenzo, and ask how he is, but I’m unsure if it’s wise.

I miss him, and Imiss us. I’m just unsure if there is anus,or if we are in the friend zone, and we’ll only ever be there.

I exit the shower in my towel, and plan my date clothes. I do my hair, and again, I run with smoky eyes.

I freeze as the elevator chimes and the two oak doors open.

“Hey,” Lorenzo says as he walks in with a briefcase, wearing a suit.

“Hi.” I say feeling unsure.

We are both distant, and I follow him into the living area, and open planned kitchen. I lean against the kitchen island, and I rehydrate from my yoga.

“Good trip?”

“Exhausting!”

We look into each other’s eyes, and it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking. Especially when he is in his full-on grumpy mode.

“It’s nice to be home. Would you like to watch a movie?”

I suddenly feel bad. No, I feel sick. “Look, I’d love to, but well… ”

There is silence and then it comes. “Do you have a date?”

I don’t want to say yes, but I have to be honest. “Kind of. Well, yes.”

Lorenzo’s jaw tightens. He looks pissed, but he doesn’t say anything. I want him to say, “No way!” and that I am his.

He doesn’t.

Lorenzo stands opposite me, and he leans against the bench. His suit cut is immaculate and as always, he is impeccable.