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For three weeks, I avoided that bar. Until I caved.

Again, I sat with a beer. Again, I watched my friends try to ply their game. The TVs flickered around us.

“You’re back.”

The girlish voice came from below. I looked down and saw the same woman. Christ Almighty, she was kneeling at my feet, gazing up at me like I was her only hope.

“What do you want?” My voice was harsh. I didn’t try to soften it.

She put her hand on my knee. I wanted to throw her against the wall and take her. “Come outside.”

I'd learned a few things in Rome since I arrived, and they weren’t all art or economics. My pocket had been picked; I’d been conned at the train station. I was less trusting.

“No.” I stood, looming over her. Her lips parted, and she scrambled to her feet.

“I want to show you something.”

“You want to show me something, you show it to me here.”

“But—” She held up her hand.

“Do it.”

Her eyes glazed over. The way she looked up at me, Christ, the power flooded my body.

Glancing around the crowded bar, her hesitation so fucking convincing, she slowly, slowly tugged down the collar of her blouse, exposing the smoothness of her neck, and let her head fall back.

“Try,” she murmured. “Just a taste.”

I took the bait.Just a taste. I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck. I sucked her soft skin into my mouth, hard and harder, until she cried out and dropped a curse I didn’t understand.

“Come home with me,” she whispered.

“No.”

“Why not? Because for the first time in your life, you might get what you want?”

How did she know? It scared me.

“No,” I repeated. “Because you don’t tell me what to do. Understand?”

Her eyes lit up, then dropped.

“Yes.” The little quiver in her lip was perfect. “You tell me what to do. Anything.”

The room swam, and I couldn’t blame it on two-euro beer.

“Outside.” I made my voice cool and sharp. “Now.”

That night was the beginning.

Once I moved in with her, I forgot my friends. Didn’t call my family for months. I burned every bridge I had and let the flames consume the nice guy I’d pretended to be.

I was insane for her.

I fell in love with a city.

I fell at her feet, even though she was the one kneeling.

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