smooth.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the van got a flat tire early on in the trip, so I had to stop on the highway to fix it. While I was fixing it---“ Lorenzo cut himself off, suddenly feeling foolish for telling Coretta what had transpired. Just as her fears had eased in the light of day, his perception of the incident was now blurry. Maybe the car hadn’t been aiming for him. Maybe it was just a reckless, drunk driver with no intended target.
“What happened while you were fixing it?” Coretta probed.
He hesitated before revealing, “Some crazy driver pulled onto the shoulder and almost hit me, but it’s no big deal.” Lorenzo downplayed what he had been so certain yesterday was attempted murder.
“Oh that’s terrible! Are you okay?” Coretta stood up and faced him with concern.
“I’m fine. It’s okay. I just---“ he hesitated before admitting, “I just thought that maybe it was on purpose. The driver seemed to be targeting me.”
Coretta took his claim very seriously. “Maybe it was Angelo!” She cried.
“Oh no, I really don’t think so! I admit that Angelo is strange, but he’s been working for me since I opened the studio. He’s a very hard worker.”
Coretta was unconvinced. “What time did this happen?” She demanded.
“I don’t know exactly. Late in the day. Maybe around 4 o’clock,” he estimated.
Coretta frowned. “Hmm, I think that was around the time Angelo came back to the studio. I guess he couldn’t be in two places at once. Unless he has an evil twin?” She suggested half seriously.
Lorenzo chuckled heartily, exposing his adorable dimples. “I guess he could have an evil twin---if this were an American soap opera and not real life!”
Coretta laughed at her own silly comment as she admired Lorenzo’s dimpled smile. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“So am I,” he said huskily, taking a step closer. “Our reunion has only just begun. Yesterday was a preview.”
She tilted her head back, silently but powerfully urging him to kiss her. He opened his arms wide, inviting her into his embrace as they parted lips simultaneously and softly kissed. Coretta explored his thick, wavy hair with her hands as he delved into the cavern of her mouth, kissing her as tenderly as he had stroked her hair. Beneath the tenderness flamed a deep passion that compelled him to envelop her more tightly in his embrace.
Abruptly, Lorenzo halted the kiss, not wanting to rush Coretta as his desires instinctively flared. He had dabbled in too many casual affairs in his twenties, and he didn’t want to start another one now. Not with Coretta. She’s too special , he thought as he gazed into her warm brown eyes. He wanted to get to know her better before diving into the physical dimension of their relationship.
Sensing his hesitation, Coretta pulled back and looked imploringly at him. “Why did you stop?” She asked, trying valiantly not to reignite the kiss but instead let him take the lead.
“You’ve had a very long 36 hours or so. I would like to extend the invitation again for you to stay at my house. I think you’ll find it much more comfortable than the quarters up in the studio,” came his evasive reply.
Recalling the painful mattress and disturbing atmosphere of the studio at night, Coretta did not hesitate to accept his invitation this time. Besides, she wanted to get closer to him and could think of no better way to do that than by living in his house…at least for now. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea. I’ll stay in your house.”
“Good,” Lorenzo replied. “I’ll go get your luggage from the studio. Then we can hop on my bike and ride there.”
He turned and headed towards the house as she admired his slim hips and linebacker-wide shoulders. Lorenzo was still being cagey with her, and she didn’t understand why. They had both revealed their single status, so what was holding
“What do you mean?”
“Well, the van got a flat tire early on in the trip, so I had to stop on the highway to fix it. While I was fixing it---“ Lorenzo cut himself off, suddenly feeling foolish for telling Coretta what had transpired. Just as her fears had eased in the light of day, his perception of the incident was now blurry. Maybe the car hadn’t been aiming for him. Maybe it was just a reckless, drunk driver with no intended target.
“What happened while you were fixing it?” Coretta probed.
He hesitated before revealing, “Some crazy driver pulled onto the shoulder and almost hit me, but it’s no big deal.” Lorenzo downplayed what he had been so certain yesterday was attempted murder.
“Oh that’s terrible! Are you okay?” Coretta stood up and faced him with concern.
“I’m fine. It’s okay. I just---“ he hesitated before admitting, “I just thought that maybe it was on purpose. The driver seemed to be targeting me.”
Coretta took his claim very seriously. “Maybe it was Angelo!” She cried.
“Oh no, I really don’t think so! I admit that Angelo is strange, but he’s been working for me since I opened the studio. He’s a very hard worker.”
Coretta was unconvinced. “What time did this happen?” She demanded.
“I don’t know exactly. Late in the day. Maybe around 4 o’clock,” he estimated.
Coretta frowned. “Hmm, I think that was around the time Angelo came back to the studio. I guess he couldn’t be in two places at once. Unless he has an evil twin?” She suggested half seriously.
Lorenzo chuckled heartily, exposing his adorable dimples. “I guess he could have an evil twin---if this were an American soap opera and not real life!”
Coretta laughed at her own silly comment as she admired Lorenzo’s dimpled smile. “I’m glad you’re back.”
“So am I,” he said huskily, taking a step closer. “Our reunion has only just begun. Yesterday was a preview.”
She tilted her head back, silently but powerfully urging him to kiss her. He opened his arms wide, inviting her into his embrace as they parted lips simultaneously and softly kissed. Coretta explored his thick, wavy hair with her hands as he delved into the cavern of her mouth, kissing her as tenderly as he had stroked her hair. Beneath the tenderness flamed a deep passion that compelled him to envelop her more tightly in his embrace.
Abruptly, Lorenzo halted the kiss, not wanting to rush Coretta as his desires instinctively flared. He had dabbled in too many casual affairs in his twenties, and he didn’t want to start another one now. Not with Coretta. She’s too special , he thought as he gazed into her warm brown eyes. He wanted to get to know her better before diving into the physical dimension of their relationship.
Sensing his hesitation, Coretta pulled back and looked imploringly at him. “Why did you stop?” She asked, trying valiantly not to reignite the kiss but instead let him take the lead.
“You’ve had a very long 36 hours or so. I would like to extend the invitation again for you to stay at my house. I think you’ll find it much more comfortable than the quarters up in the studio,” came his evasive reply.
Recalling the painful mattress and disturbing atmosphere of the studio at night, Coretta did not hesitate to accept his invitation this time. Besides, she wanted to get closer to him and could think of no better way to do that than by living in his house…at least for now. “Yes, I think that’s a great idea. I’ll stay in your house.”
“Good,” Lorenzo replied. “I’ll go get your luggage from the studio. Then we can hop on my bike and ride there.”
He turned and headed towards the house as she admired his slim hips and linebacker-wide shoulders. Lorenzo was still being cagey with her, and she didn’t understand why. They had both revealed their single status, so what was holding
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