Page 28 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
Our meals arrive and she begins telling me about some of the restaurants in the area. She may not be Italian, but she’s very animated with her hands as she speaks. She’s adorable.
We finish our lunch and make arrangements to visit the Griffith Observatory the next day.
“It’s the best place to see the Hollywood sign. Have you seen it before?”
“I have, but only from far away. I’ve been here twice, both times for business so I’m in and out pretty fast.”
“Are you up for a hike? I can take your picture with the sign behind you. We can’t go right to it, but we can get close enough for a good picture.”
“Okay, I’d like that.”
“Did you bring comfortable shoes, like sneakers.”
“No, but I can get some today.”
“Okay, I suggest sneakers, shorts, and a T-shirt.”
“Got it.” I nod.
The waiter brings our bill, I pay, and we leave together. I’m dying for a cigarette.
I kiss her on each soft cheek, taking one last whiff of her before she leaves. I like the way her skin feels under my lips. I like being close to her. I should’ve said I wanted to start our touring today.
“Ciao, mia dolce ragazza.”
“Goodbye. Thank you for lunch. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I eagerly await tomorrow.
Destiny
The second I’m in my car, I grab my pages out of my purse. I have no idea what I even wrote on the first page. God, I hope he couldn’t tell from what I wrote that it was him I was writing about. How do I know he didn’t read them all? Sure, he said he didn’t, but he could be lying. They way he’s perfected being expressionless, I couldn’t tell. Please. Please, please, please let me not have written anything identifying.
I open the pages and start reading.
I slowly slide my hand from his hard chest down to his abs, letting my fingers dip between each ripple as I go. Moving my hand lower, I trace his treasure trail with my finger, down to the top of his jeans. Exploring. Indulging. Thirsting.
Adrenaline zips through me.Oh God.I cringe and skip a few lines.
He curls his long tongue into my mouth, swirling, dancing, provoking.
I force down a thick swallow as my heart thumps in my chest and I try to slow my breathing. Okay, there wasn’t oil on my hands here so really, it could be any man. My stomach sinks at the unknown. Did he read them? Did he tell me the truth?Ugh.
