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3. Lusso

Leo

If I think hard enough, I can recall the amount of times I've had actual sex in my life on one hand.

Like with another person.

Ever since I started being sexually active, I went to the army around a year later. And it's not like I can go to a nearby club and pick a beautiful woman up and spend the night while I'm overseas on a mission. My hand is all I have to work with most of the time.

When I am home for a while, sex is usually the last thing on my mind then. I try to spend every minute with the people I love. I don't actively pursue someone to sleep with. If it happens, then it happens.

But lately, since my arm got broken a week ago, I'm finding myself to have a lot of free time on my hands.

No pun intended.

Which is why I'm going out to party tonight.

Since I'm staying home for over a month, I thought it'd be a good idea to finally have actual sex again. And not just with my hand.

All of my cousins and their girlfriends are apparently going to Lusso too to support me. Nicole wanted to be my wing woman, but I respectfully declined. I know they're excited for me. But it's not that big of a deal to me. If I click with a pretty woman, that'd be great. Otherwise, I'm fine with drinking a few and hanging with my cousins.

I decide to go with a green, short-sleeved dress shirt and a pair of dark jeans. Just casual. I even made sure that I have enough condoms.

I pat my pockets. Phone, wallet, car keys? Check, check and check.

Taking one last look at myself in the mirror of my bedroom, I look pretty good. If I say so myself. It's been too long since I put in some effort into dressing up. I actually had to use a bit of hair gel.

Satisfied with how I look, I make it out of my bedroom. It has had the same decorations since I was a teenager.

There are some posters of the Arctic monkeys and other artists on one wall. The wall with no window is full of photos. My family keeps on updating it with newer photos. Every time I come home, I study the new photographs my mom printed and taped on the wall. Mostly, they're events I missed while I was gone. There's a desk too, but it has a pile of clothes on it. I don't work and I don't own a laptop or computer, so I use it to stack the clean folded clothes before I put them away in their place in my walk-in closet.

"Mama!" I shout in the middle of the hallway.

"Sì." Her voice comes from the kitchen. She's sitting on a barstool and reading a book. My mom just turned fifty, but she's just like that saying that goes; she's aging like fine wine. I come up to her and kiss the top of her head. Her hair is straighter than my father's, so I must have gotten that from her while Luca got his curlier hair from my papa.

"What are you reading?"

"I'm not sure. Your nonna recommend it, but I have no idea what it's about yet." She means my grandma, papa's mom. She's still living in Sicily, Italy. She's a writer, and she got famous for writing books on sex education. She's been writing and educating people about sex since her thirties. It's a big reason my family is so comfortable about sex.

"You sure it's not about sex?" I chuckle. When we were teenagers, she made us read one of her books and then she got demonstration dolls and taught the boys on how to give girls orgasms. When I told some of my high school friends that, they freaked out, said it was weird. But in my opinion it was a good thing my nonna did that. I learned to appreciate the woman's body from an early age.