Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Chapter 2

We spent the rest of the evening talking, laughing and drinking. I was surprised he remembered so much of the things we did when we were much younger. Some of those things I didn't even remember until he mentioned it.

"I can't believe you remember so many things about me," I said smiling.

"Of course I remember. You were too funny to forget." He knew how to use his words and with a face like that, he didn't even have to try hard to have women falling all over him. He didn't even have to try. I bet he has lines of women waiting for him in California.

"So do you have a girlfriend?" I blurt out without thinking.

He smirks, "No. Are you interested in filling the position?"

My heart jumps. "No, you wish." Of course, I was lying. I'd become his girlfriend in a heartbeat if he wanted me to.

He looked at me intently, "So do you have a boyfriend?"

I laughed at his question. "Well, my hairstyle, clothes and attitude don't really attract many men."

He looked me serious, "You're beautiful and if they can't see that then they don't deserve you."

I swallowed and took a sip of my drink. I didn't have problems getting attention from men, I just didn't want any of them. My heart only wanted one man, Andrea Moretti.

"Thanks."

He offered me a small smile. "You deserve someone hardworking, a family man, kind, friendly and someone who will love you unconditionally."

I smile, I deserve someone like you.

"The guys I like never like me back."

He chuckles, "that's because you're not liking the right guys."

"Maybe" I state between sighs. The truth was that I never liked anyone except him. I tried to but his beautiful face always found it's way creeping back into my mind and heart.

"I'm staying here tonight." His words caught me by surprise and he saw my reaction. "Do you really think I'd stay in a hotel when I know I can stay here free?" I knew he didn't have a problem going to a hotel, the man has money. Maybe he's really staying here so he could spend some more time with me.

"Of course you can stay. You just caught me by surprise." Andre and I have never slept in the same house before by ourselves. Jules was always there with us.

He looks at me then the tv screen and asks, "Great. Do you want us to watch a movie before we retreat to bed?"

"Sure," I stayed calm but what I'm really thinking about is the 'we retreat to bed' part. It's not like we're to sleep in the same bed. Not that I'd mind sleeping in the same bad as him, I wouldn't mind at all.

"What kind of movies do you like?"

I shrug, "It doesn't matter. Let's watch something you like." I wasn't fancy when it came to movies, I prefer Tv shows; comedy to be specific.

He takes up the television remote then wrapped his left hand around my shoulder.

He's getting rather cozy.

Not that I mind, I didn't mind at all.

I watch as he skips through Netflix to find a movie. He stops at one that showed Leonardo DiCaprio, the caption said 'Inception'.

"This is a good one," he turns to look at me. "What do you think?"

I can't think when you're so close to me when your lips are so close to mine.

Of course, I didn't say that. I nod, "That's okay."

He smiles then turn his attention back to the screen. "Do you want popcorn?"

I shake my head, "I don't like popcorns and thus I don't have any."

"This is a long movie, you might need something to snack on." there he is anything looking at me with those beautiful chocolate eyes.

I will snack on you.

Stop it!

I swallow the saliva that my mouth was creating by looking at him, "Hmm...I have some cheese balls in the cupboard."

He removed his hands from around and stand from the sofa. I let out a heavy sigh as he walked in the kitchen.

Why am I acting like this?

He came back with the cheese balls and wrapped his around me again then started the show.

It was the longest two and a half hours of my life. I cuddled with the man I've been in love with for years and nothing happened. No weird touches, no kiss, nothing.

I stretched my hands out and yawned.

Andrea laughed, "You're tired aren't you?"

I smiled and nodded, "Exhausted."

"Long day?"

"Always a long day when you're a teacher. I'm creating the final exams for French and it can be hectic."

"But that's two months away."

I nod, "Yea, we have to prepare it in advance."

"That sucks,"

I shook my head, "It's actually better because June is a hectic month, for both teachers and students so doing it now relieve the pressure."

"Good. As long as you're not stressing yourself out, I'm good."

I smiled into his beautiful eyes, I took the time to admire everything about him and it was perfect. How can a man this handsome, this sweet be single?

I looked down at his lips, it was so close to mine. For years I imagined what a kiss from Andrea Moretti would feel like, would I feel butterflies like the girls in movies?

Without thinking I did the one thing that I've wanted to do for years. I leaned closer and placed my lips on his. I was surprised when he parted his lips and my tongue easily slipped in. He tasted like cheese balls, but no doubt so did I. But nonetheless, the kiss felt like magic, the ending credits of Inception disappeared along with everything else. My hands reached up and tangled around his neck pulling him closer to me. His mouth was so warm, the caress of lips softer than I could have imagined. His lips were moving in perfect sensual sync with my own. Everything was perfect and nothing else mattered than sharing a kiss with the person I have been in love with for seventeen years.

When we broke apart for air, he rested his forehead against mine.

"Jaimee," he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savour them. A shiver ran through my body as I smiled, my heart fluttering at his voice. My name never sounded so wonderful on someone's tongue. I clasp my hands on either side of his face and leaned in for another kiss.

The second kiss wasn't like the first, it wasn't sensual, it was hot and passionate. I couldn't think straight, all my sense seemed to have vanished. His hands drifted to my hips and settled there. He removed his lips from my own and started to nuzzle my neck with delicate kisses, I couldn't help but let the moans fall from my lips.

I eyes flattered opened when he pulled away. I gave him a questioning look.

"We shouldn't."

I pulled him closer to me, "We should." How could I let him stop? This was what I've been wanting to happen ever since I was old enough to know what making out meant.

He looked in my eyes before pulling me in for a third kiss and just like the second one, it was fiery and passionate. He broke the kiss and brought his lips on my neck and kissed it. "Let's go to bed."

His words caused shivers to run through me.

Did he mean 'go to bed'? or Go to bed?

Whichever one it was, I was happy to have him coming to bed with me.

He pulled me out of his arms and stood then took my hands in his and lifted me up off the couch. There were so many questions and thoughts running through my head but I had no idea who to voice them and so I stayed silent. I didn't want to seem weird by staring at him either so I looked ahead at the staircase that led to my bedroom.

Was tonight the night I lose my virginity?

If it was, I couldn't wait because it's going to be with a man who given me nothing but love and trouble. It was going to be with a man I love and not someone I settled for because I couldn't have him.

I love Andrea Moretti and I knew he wasn't in love with me as I with him but at least this was a start.

We walked up to the carpeted mahogany staircases hand in hand. I was nervous. I had no clue what would happen when we entered my room. Would he kiss me as he did downstairs? or Would he just wrap his arms around my waist while we fell asleep in each other's arms. Either one, I was happy we were making progress. Seventeen years was a lot to catch up on and we were finally making progress.

We stopped outside of my room door which was already slight opened. I pulled the hand he was holding so we could enter the room but he froze.

"What's wrong?"

He looked in my eyes, "We're going to bed but not in the same room."

I felt a slight pain in my heart at his words. He didn't want to sleep with me, at all. He didn't want to sleep in the same bed with me and he didn't want to have sex with me.

Of course, I should have known. Why would this Italian beauty look at someone like me? Someone who shared the same blood with his best friend. I should have known better.

"Uhmm..." I struggled to find words to tell him. Should I tell him to get the hell out of my house and go find a hotel or just act cool like he didn't just tear my heart into a few million pieces?

"It's okay, don't say anything." he pleads before he bent his head and gave me a kiss on my forehead, "Mi dispiace. Buonanotte, Jaimee."