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Chapter Thirty-Seven
It was 6.47 a.m. already?
I hadn’t really slept. How could I? After our last session finished around 3.30 a.m., I’d spent most of the time just staring at Lorenzo and stroking his chest to check he was real.
When I thought about the roller coaster of emotions I’d been through when organising that failed weekend in Florence, it was crazy to think about how quickly and organically this had happened.
Less than forty-eight hours ago, I had been in bed with Charlie and hadn’t heard from Lorenzo for, what, six months? And now, here I was, lying on top of him butt naked in his studio flat in London.
Yes, London: the city he’d planned to stay in for at least two months. Nuts.
And we’d had the most mind-blowing sex, no less than five times. I didn’t even think I’d had that much sex with Rich in the last two years…
I’d always sensed that we’d had a connection that night in Tuscany. But I’d never even dreamt it would be something this powerful.
I pulled the brake on my thoughts. I mustn’t get carried away. Although he’d said yesterday that how long he stayed would depend on whether he had another reason to, alluding to me, for all I knew, he could have just been saying that to get me into bed and this could just be a one-night thing.
Anyway. As hard as it was to break away, better go to the loo and brush my teeth before he woke up.
I picked my handbag off the floor, reached into my make-up bag and pulled out my travel toothbrush, hairbrush and a mini face wash. No wonder my bag always weighed a ton. It was all this spare make-up and miniature toiletries I carried around just in case…
I headed to the bathroom. He was right. Like the flat as a whole, it was very modest. Plain white basin, toilet and single shower. Just as he’d explained when we’d met up last night, the rest of this place is small (but at least he kept everything clean and tidy). Magnolia walls (which were in need of a fresh lick of paint), cheap laminate flooring, a charcoal fabric two-seater sofa with matching cushions and glass coffee table, a kitchen with slightly discoloured cream cupboard doors, a double bed (which I was nowextremelyfamiliar with), a small pine mirrored wardrobe and that was it.Verydifferent from Charlie’s place, obviously. However, as last night proved, there were a lot of attributes Lorenzo brought to the table that Charlie didn’t. And frankly, I’d take staying in a tiny flat and having a wild night of passion over swanning around a palatial penthouse and being bored in the bedroom any time.
Ah yes, Charlie…shit. I did feel a little guilty. If I hadn’t had that conversation with him on Sunday night, I’d be feeling much worse. But I’d made it clear that I wasn’t sure if I was looking for something serious and that I needed time to think. Obviously, I’d had no idea at the time that this would happen with Lorenzo, but now that it had, there was no going back.
I always sensed that something was missing with Rich and with Charlie. I’d condemned myself for walking away from two guys who clearly had a lot to offer. Perhaps some people would think I was mad. And I knew I sounded completely deluded and I shouldn’t get carried away because we’d only spent one night together (well, two if you included Tuscany), but somehow I was convinced Lorenzo is the man for me. I justknewit. Ifeltit.
There was a knock at the bathroom door. I’d finished brushing my teeth and had made myself look as decent as I could given the fact I’d had about three hours sleep, if that, plus had no make-up on as it had been smeared all over the bedsheets and sofa cushions…
Lorenzo entered, looking bleary-eyed but still so damn sexy. His hair was all ruffled too, and oh yes…he was still naked.
Give me strength…
‘Buongiorno, Sophia,’ he said, voice all croaky. ‘You are beautiful.’ He pulled me towards him for a hug.
Oooh, hello…something else had just woken up too.
‘I want to kiss you,’ he said, rubbing his nose against mine.
‘Mmm, go ahead,’ I said flirtatiously.
‘I must brush my teeth.’ He reached for his toothbrush, picked up the toothpaste and then faced the sink. I stood behind him and caressed his chest and muscular arms as he moved the toothbrush aggressively around his mouth. My hands travelled down to his abs and then…mmm…
He rinsed his mouth and put his toothbrush back in the cup resting on the sink.
‘NowI can kiss you!’ he said, spinning around and pulling me into him again and kissing me forcefully. ‘Come,’ he said as he directed me two feet towards the white plastic shower cubicle. ‘I must wash and get ready for work,’ he said, taking my hand. ‘Come. I want make love to you in the shower.’
Now,thatwas an offer I couldn’t refuse…
He handedme a towel and we both dried ourselves off in the main room as it was a bit tight on space in the bathroom. It was in the shower too, but after some slipping and sliding, we’d soon found our rhythm. When it came to sex, clearly there was nothing this man did not know how to do…
‘What time do you start work?’ I asked, keen to know how much time we had left together.
‘Eight thirty,’ he replied. ‘So…in forty minutes.’
‘And finish?’ I asked, this time thinking of how feasible it would be to meet him afterwards.
‘Around eleven,’ he answered, throwing the towel on the bed and opening the wardrobe to take out a pair of boxer shorts from the top drawer inside, then removing a fresh pair of dark blue jeans which were hanging on the rail to the left.
