Rewrite the Stars

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The sun was rising in the horizon. I can see the changing hues from the window as I slowly opened my eyes.

His wonderful scent lingered in my sheets. His warmth radiated to every part of my body.

It wasn't a dream. All of it was real. I remembered every touch and every kiss.

I touched my lips. They were very tender. It was a good reminder of what we shared the entire night. That made me smile.

Gino's arm was over my stomach. I tried to move, but he pulled me closer, hugging me from behind. He planted tiny kisses on my nape.

"Stay, Baby. Five more minutes." He whispered softly in between his kisses.

I placed my arm over his. Why can he still affect me this way? I had butterflies in my stomach. Those tiny kisses made my heart race.

I can stay here forever.

I wish it was that simple. This was perfect.

But reality soon found its way to my clouded brain.

No matter how perfect this seemed, Gino and I are in a scary place. I love him. He said he loves me. But the truth is, I wasn't sure.

This could be another game for him. Am I willing to play that game again?

I can try. I want to try.

I faced him. He lovingly looked at me.

"We have to go to work, Gino. I'll take a shower." I planted a kiss on his lips before I got up.

He looked surprised and pleased. I saw him following me with his gaze from the corner of my eye. He smiled appreciatively. The oversized shirt I was wearing was provocative.

I smiled to myself.

After I got dressed and it was his turn to shower, I went to the kitchen to brew coffee. If we were back in New York, I would have cooked breakfast. It would have been a first. I don't do breakfast. But serving Gino breakfast is a very domestic act and the thought of doing it for him made me giddy all over.

Kitch, you maybe jumping the gun. You don't know where this is going.

I looked outside the window reveling on San Francisco's beautiful skyline this early morning as I drank my coffee.

How do we move forward?

Gino came up to me and hugged me from behind. He smelled amazing.

"Thank you for giving me another chance." He whispered.

My heart pulled me in two different directions. I was still scared, but I wanted to trust him.

Did I make the right decision?

It was time to leave. We left the suite holding hands. This felt so natural.

The driver was waiting for us. We rode in the backseat with our hands still clasped together. He whispered sweet nothings in my ear. That made me laugh with giddy.

The driver gave us meaningful looks.

Gino was extremely attentive and physical. If anyone observed closely, they'd think we were on our honeymoon. The driver must have thought so.

We asked to be dropped off at the nearest Starbucks.

He held my hand as we walked and touched the small of my back as we were ordering coffee.

I looked at him still not believing this was happening, that this trip to San Francisco would turn my world upside down.

I gently touched his cheek. He placed his hand over mine and planted a kiss on my forehead lovingly.