Where He Goes – Excerpt

“By the way, you like pasta, right?”

“I do.”

“Perfect. Wine?”

“Please.”

Talking about world news and the occasional nonsense, we sip on wine and snack on veggies while waiting on the water to come to a boil. It’s so surreal to be here with him and not FaceTiming or texting.

I’m close to finishing my first glass of wine when Dante, in his suave way, comes closer and tries to remove a string of moist hair from my left eye. “You know you could just ask me for a hairdryer, right?” he whispers in my ear.

“And you couldn’t get any closer if you tried,” I tease him. But he does. He gets closer and closer. I can feel the rhythm of his chest as he breathes. No talking, just moving to the rhythm of the slow song playing in the background.

His gaze captures mine as he holds me against the counter. We stand there dancing, soul to soul, unable to let go of each other. His hands not even touching me; his lips, not even saying a word. Just swaying, staring, breathing each other’s breath. I can hardly keep my balance, but I go where he goes. Moving with him, my lips surrender to his and we lose ourselves with just one kiss.

This is an excerpt from DANTE CASANOVA — a short story.

EDIT: it is now published and available for purchase

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