Chasing That Desire | Danny Amendola

Prologue

** This is short, I know. I'm sorry **

I let out a groan as I pulled off of him and collapsed on his chest, trying desperately to get my breath back.

His heart was beating incredibly fast under my head, calming me down. His long muscular arms moved up and slowly wrapped around my body, holding me tightly to his sweaty body.

His hot lips were placed on my forehead. "God, Juliet, that was perfect," his deep voice mumbled into my hair. "Are you sure that you've gotta go tomorrow?"

I nodded against his warm chest. "Come on, Danny, you know I've got a boyfriend that will be back tomorrow," I mumbled into his skin. My eyes slowly fell shut. "His business trips are too short sometimes." I let out a long sigh and tried to nestle deeper into his warmth.

Danny let out a sigh and nodded against me. "I-I know," he whispered tiredly. "Let's just... Enjoy the time we have now, before he's back and we've gotta wait a while to do this again." He places a soft kiss on my forehead.

"I'm gonna miss you," I whispered and placed a hot kiss to his chest. His lips met my forehead again.

"I told you, it's always an open invitation, Jules," he said after a second.

I shook my head and let out a huff. "Maybe I should actually try. Try not to go behind his back, anymore... And you know... wait for him," I mumbled.

Danny tensed under me, his hand on my bare ass clutching it a bit tighter. It took a second, but he finally responded. "Y-You do what you think is right, Juliet."

I didn't like his answer. I pushed myself up so I could look down at him. His warm brown eyes were looking up at me, and his face was blank.

I didn't respond. I just let out a long breath and rested my head on his chest again. If— If I was going to stay faithful this time, this was going to be the last time I'd be this close to Danny, in fact, this was probably the last time I'd ever see him.

As I lied there on top of him, I took in his scent, enjoying it— knowing that I'd miss it, because Gene never smelled that good, in fact, Gene never let me take control of anything in bed, which was another reason why I was drawn into what Danny and I shared.

My mind began to drift to when we first met, that cold, dark Boston night all those years ago. I was walking home from work, after a long grueling day, and it was, probably, around 9:00 or 9:30 when I tripped on the sidewalk and I scraped my knee pretty badly.

At that same time, Danny was leaving his townhouse to throw away some garbage and bring it to the dumpster, and saw me take my spill, then practically ran over to me to ask if I was okay.

When he got there I frantically scrambled to my feet, ignoring the pain, and blood dripping down my knee, swearing up and down that I was perfectly fine— that I didn't need any type of help.

The beautiful asshole wouldn't take no for an answer. Now, I know it sounds stupid, and in hindsight, I shouldn't have gone into some strangers house, but he was too nice, too innocent... At least that's what I thought, then.

After introducing himself, he disinfected my knee, and helped wrap it up.

I didn't know exactly how it happened, but the next thing I knew was, his lips were on mine and I was pulling his shirt over his head.

The rest of it was history. I was surprised to find it didn't bother him I had a boyfriend, while I slept with him. And... it was something about the thrill of the sneakiness that made what we had even stronger.

Now here I am, nearly four years later, the same boyfriend who went on way too many business trips, and a side man, that I have feelings for, but I knew I had to call it quits, because there was no use in putting an effort into something I'd never get back.

Plus, I'm 30 now, I've gotta start acting like an adult.

At least that's what I told myself as my eyes drifted shut, perfectly content with the heartbeat in my ear, the scent filling my nostrils, and warmth that surrounded me.

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