“Wanting to and doing are not the same thing, and I stand by my earlier oath of not going there until you’re ready.” He loosens me a little from his hold, bringing his forehead to mine, eyes locked and held captive.

“You make me crazy. I am not going to deny it, Mimmo. But you mean a hell of a lot more to me than sex.” He’s serious, the atmosphere between us charged, and I find it hard to resist him when he says things like this. He makes me want to throw all caution to the ...