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“Good evening,” he said in the friendliest voice I’d ever heard.
“Hey,” I said with a nervous laugh. It was strange, agreeing to meet.
“You left this at my house this morning,” I said, handing him the coin, waiting for a reaction. Some sort of tell that said, “Yep, I’m a gangster.”
But that didn’t happen.
Instead, his eyes lit up. “I didn’t even know I’d dropped that!” he exclaimed, looking at the coin with admiration. “Do you know what this is?” he laughed, moving his thumb over the face.
I shook my head. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
He smirked, his eyes glistening. “It belonged to my grandpa. It’s a mob coin. My dad told me stories about him. I never met him.”
I nodded faintly, slowly.
“He was shot,” he continued. “He was involved in crime, ya know? I guess that’s what happens when you’re into that kind of thing.”
With each passing moment, my apprehension eased. It sounded more like this coin was his grandfather’s — who by the sounds of it, was a mobster. The way he talked about crime was so innocent and detached that there was no way he could be involved.
I sipped my drink and silently hoped that this encounter would bring clarity and dismiss any of the doubts I had.
As Luca and I continued to talk, the tension between us grew palpable. There was a chemistry that I couldn’t deny.
That same magnetic pull continued to draw us closer. And closer. And closer.
As our words intertwined, and our bodies moved closer, the heat of the moment and the tension in the air magnified.
I would have jumped him then and there if I could have.
He must have been thinking the same thing because he soon gestured toward the back of the bar, hinting at a hidden spot that piqued my curiosity. I smiled and followed him, weaving through the bar until we reached a small, vintage phone booth tucked in a corner near the stairs that must have led to the apartment we’d utilized before.
“I’m not into PDA, but I really wanted to kiss you,” he said.
A shiver blasted down my spine.
The sight of the wooden phone booth stirred a sense of nostalgia, although it was well before my time.
It was completely in tune with the rest of the bar.
Vintage.
Beautiful.
A relic from the era it was built in.
Alluring.
Definitely one of the most beautiful bars I had ever been inside.
Without a word, we stepped inside the cozy confines, the air charged with anticipation. Our gazes locked, silently carrying a shared desire. In that confined space, surrounded by the faint scent of aged wood, we succumbed to the irresistible pull between us.
Our lips met, heatedly, our hands exploring one another.
The world around us faded into nothing.
It was just him and me.
There was an intensity in our kiss, a blending of passion and longing that seemed to consume us both. Neither of us was in control.
