Chapter 7: What If...?

Sylvana

Domenico pulls me in tighter, wrapping his arms around my waist and savouring the moment. I could taste the vodka he had earlier - the bitter tinge was a contrast to the sweetness of his kiss.

This time had I pulled him in for a kiss instead of the other way around; was this my way of giving in to him? It… it sort of felt that way. The feel of his tongue against mine, guiding me into a deeper kiss, was making me lose all sense, especially when I felt his hardness against my abdomen.

Then he breaks off the kiss.

I look at him, a confused frown crossing my brow, but he only smiles at me and shakes his head.

“I don’t think you’re thinking straight right now, Sylvana. You’ve been running on adrenaline all evening,” He says, but this made me even more confused. Isn’t this what he wanted? I was giving in to him willingly and he.... was turning me down?

“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later. So, let’s take a beat and separate for the evening, okay?” He says, and I