her heart pump as if it was going to explode.
“Jennifer,” he said. “What’s going on?”
She looked away, fighting the tears rushing to her eyes. “Nothing.”
“Talk to me. I know there’s something.”
“It’s... it’s Bruce,” she finally said with a shaky voice.
“Did he hurt you?”
“Kind of. He doesn’t take care of me anymore. Jesus, I shouldn’t be talking to you about this. Let’s keep walking please,” she said, tears now rolling uncontrollably on her face.
“No. You’re not okay, I want to know,” he said, cupping her face with his hands. With his thumbs, he wiped her cheeks and tucked her hair behind her ears with his middle finger. His face was a few inches away from hers and she could feel the warmth of his breath. He was getting closer, dangerously closer but she couldn’t fight back. She didn’t have the will power or the intention to push him away, and slowly, the space between their lips narrowed.
“Enzo, please,” she said with a weak voice. “Don’t do this. It’s not going to help.”
“He doesn’t deserve you,” Enzo said in a husky voice. “I can’t stand seeing you hurt.”
“Get off me,” she whispered, more like an automated reaction than a real threat.
“No,” he said. “I’ve let you go once. I won’t do the same mistake again.”
He stepped forward and took Jennifer’s head between his hands, pulling her toward him, and their mouths met. The touch of his lips felt like an explosion of pleasure, tenderness and unreleased sexuality. They clearly had unfinished business together and Enzo was here to get things done. The passion of his kiss was undeniable... and irresistible. He was literally swallowing her lips and her tongue, probing her with intensity with a willingness to make her his captive.
Jennifer didn’t resist more than two seconds. She dropped the flowers on the floor and rose on her toes. She felt carried away by his eagerness to savor her lips, and threw her arms around his neck, running her hand on the back of his neck.
They kissed in the middle of the street and nothing mattered at all. Time stopped. Bruce disappeared from her thoughts and Jennifer felt a strange sensation of relief. She had been on the edge for way too long and her body was aching with desire. For a split second, the image of Enzo’s dick in her mouth flashed in her mind and a guilty rush of juices soaked her panties in an instant.
But then, the complete picture of her dream became clear again. In her dream, Bruce was also there, pounding her with his heavy cock and Jennifer suddenly pulled away. Bruce, she thought.
“What?” Enzo said, their foreheads still touching. “You think about him?”
“Yeah...”
“Jennifer... Please, think about it. This man doesn’t make you happy. He’s too much trouble.”
“It’s not always like that.”
“I don’t care, I always see you like that. You always come to me when you have a problem with him. It’s not the first time.”
“I didn’t come to you... I had a promise to keep...”
Enzo ignored her comment. “It can’t be a coincidence, Jennifer. I mean, us, our story. First time in Bangkok and now, New York. We’re still here. We kiss again and don’t tell me you didn’t want it.”
“I did want it,” she admitted.
“I keep thinking about us.”
“Don’t you have someone else? Back home?”
“I’ve tried; but nothing serious, nothing to help me forget about you.”
“Jesus... What are we going to do?”
“Come with me.”
“With you? To Thailand?”
“Yeah. You can live like a princess over there.”
“I can live like a princess in here too.”
“Yes, as long as you stay with him. But what if he’s not right for you?”
“I don’t want to think about it.”
“Well, you should. Why are you here, in my arms? Think about it.”
“I think I’m lost... and I needed to talk. I needed someone to take care of me.”
“That’s what I’m offering. No conditions. Come