𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞

ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ

It was Sunday in the afternoon when Enrico eventually let me go home. The key word was 'let.'

He finally agreed to drive me home after a lot of kisses and persuasion. Anyways, the weekend spent with him was filled with nothing but happiness and blissful moments.

Those blissful moments were definitely memorable. Enrico couldn't keep his hands to himself and was really talented so, it was hard not to have blissful moments.

I enjoyed this weekend though.

I met his family, and I believe they are fond of me. Well, I was hoping they liked me. His parents were friendly and seemed to be outgoing. I was simply glad they didn't have high standards because I wasn't all that.

I hoped that I could see them again. His family seemed to be quite close, and since I was going to be in Enrico's life for sometime, I wanted to get to know his parents.

Saturday was spent with us cuddling and sharing a few kisses while watching our favorite movies. After each and every movie, Enrico would apply some more cream on my ass just to be cautious.

Saturday was spent essentially as aftercare, but for the entire day. I enjoyed the treatment I was given and all of the words of affirmations he would tell me.

We spent Sunday morning being touchy, if you know what I mean. After our activities, we snuggled for a while before Enrico took me home.

Now I'm at home, resting on my bed and reading one of my smutty books. Well, I'm trying to read one of my books. But whenever I read something too spicy, Enrico seemed to take over my mind.

I just kept reminiscing about our times together.

With a groan, I set the book down and began to overthink. I started to think about my emotions and how I felt about Enrico. If I'm being honest, I liked Enrico, maybe even loved him—no.

It's too soon, right?

But, on the other hand, when is it the right time to say 'I love you' to someone you're talking to?

Love, in and of itself, has no time limit. Take a look at Romeo and Juliet, for example.

They simply exchanged glances and met their expectations. They fell in love in exactly one point five seconds. I shook my head and got back on topic.

When it came to finding a man, Enrico met my expectations. He works, can cook, is self-sufficient, and reassures me when I overthink things.

My mind wandered back to the day I was overthinking whether Enrico wanted to 'date' me. I recall him giving me a lengthy, warm hug and began talking about my feelings.

We addressed how I was feeling and why I was overthinking. He would reassure me and share his feelings with me. Everything in this 'relationship' seemed extremely healthy, which was something else I was longing for.

In the end, toxic relationships never work out. Unless you really make it work, both lovers become mentally and physically exhausted.

I was really relieved that our 'relationship' had not been too stressful. I sighed and stopped thinking too much, knowing that Enrico would be proud of me.

I knew I wouldn't be interested in my book if I picked it up again. Instead, I reached for my phone. I wanted to hang out with someone other than Enrico. Yes, I like him, but there are times when you just need some 'you' time.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Luca is presumably busy with his lover, Rome is probably swamped with work, and Adira is out of town, leaving me with one more person to hang out with.