chapter 11

Waking up, I found myself turning over and trying to go back to sleep when I saw Oliver and wished for Alessandro. It had to be somewhere around four o'clock in the morning and Oliver looked like he'd been asleep for some time.

I smiled, thinking about Alessandro and I's time on the phone, laughing and joking around for seven hours straight. Simple, I thought. He was... new. Something I'd never experienced, only being with Oliver. At sixteen I wouldn't have even looked in Alessandro's direction, mostly because of my father.

I think that's why my attraction to Alessandro is so strong; I was never able to experience the excitement of being with someone so dominant. But I can't blame anyone but myself for the infidelity, even if I want to blame my father and the rest of the world. I know right from wrong; I knew I shouldn't have let him touch me intimately, but I let it happen anyway. I let the passion take over and I fucking enjoyed it.

I enjoyed every bit of it, the night I met him and