Page 77 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
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Destiny
Holy shit. I’veneverbeen kissed like that in my life. He had me worked up into such frenzy, I was intoxicated. If we kissed much longer, I probably would’ve had a freaking orgasm just from him kissing me.
Italy? He wants me to go to Italy? There’s no doubt it would be the opportunity of a lifetime. But, I just don’t know. Can I keep my brain focused on it being research and not let my heart continue to have feelings for him? Would I be able to shut off my emotions? After that kiss, could I seriously be with him and not want more, even knowing I’d probably be just another meaningless conquest, which I refuse to be? My thoughts whirl around in my head like a tornado. I have no idea what to do.
I need my best friend.
Me:Call me when you can. No rush. Not urgent.
Candi:Call you tomorrow afternoon?
Me:Perfect.
Candi:Mwah!
The next day, I’m back to a normal routine, getting up at six, hitting the gym, and spending the day writing. Having spent time with Nicco and him graciously answering my questions, scenes are brewing in my head and a story is forming.
Getting gloriously lost in my writing, I lose track of time. My phone rings and it’s Candi.
“Hey.” I get up from my desk and sit on the sofa.
“Hey, how are you? How was Ranch Inn? Did you love it?”
“Oh my gosh, it was amazing. So beautiful. I could’ve stayed for a week.”
“And do I need toaskfor details or are you going to tell me so I don’t have to pull them out of you?”
Laying down, I put the heel of my hand on my forehead. “Can, this man.This man.”
“What? Tell me.” Her eagerness to know what’s going on in my love life, even when it’s not really what I’d call a love life, has always made me laugh.
I chuckle, pause, then sigh. “Okay, so we know I’ve never been on a romantic getaway for two, even when I was dating someone. Fornotdating Nicco, it was the most romantic two days I’ve ever spent with a man.”
“Details, please.” I can picture her crossing her legs then crossing her hands over her knees, tapping her foot.
“I don’t know any details, but what Idoknow is that someone broke his heart, enough so that he thinks his heart is empty.”
“I wonder what happened to him.”
“So do I. He’s a closed book. He’s been really open with me about some things, but this, nothing. Whatever happened hit him deep.” I pause. “Then there was a hot tub moment.”
“I’m listening.”
“I kind of, accidentally grazed his penis and it wasveryhard.”
“You touched his dick?” she shouts.
“No,” I insist. “I didn’t touch his dick. I just, grazed it as I was adjusting my position.”
“Well, what happened?”
“It was kind of odd, but he said he had an idea of how we could help each other. When I asked how, he said he wanted me to teach him how to be tender during sex and he’d teach me about passion.”
“I’m sorry, he offered you sex? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I mean kind of, but it wasn’t like that. It wasn’t sleezy or anything.”
