Page 55 of Until He Confesses

No matter how I looked at things, it seemed as though I was asking him out for a date. It was nothing of the sort and up till now, I wasn’t even sure of why I had asked.

But it just seemed right. We might not have to spend more time with each other further than today but since he had already come all the way to Positano because of me then being this cordial didn’t seem like a bad idea.

He seemed to be considering it as he ate and so I waited. Thankfully it wasn’t difficult to move my attention to other things because the spread before us was grander than anything I could have imagined.

“Were you expecting more people?” I had to ask as I took in the options of sausages, eggs, toast, fruits, cheese, and ham. And then there were other traditional breakfast dishes that I wasn’t too familiar with.

“No,” he replied. “Just you.”

At his response, I was glad I hadn’t skipped this. Earlier, I had just been thinking about myself and how he perceived the whole situation but now I realized that I had been a little selfish.

I nudged him with my shoulder a bit.

“About my earlier proposal,” I said. “The walk? C’mon, don’t refuse. It’ll be fun and I’m sure you’d enjoy it. When was the last time you just simply strolled through a city? Wait, when was the last time you even had a proper vacation?”

He smiled as he took another sip of his coffee and my heart fluttered at the sight.

“About three years,” he replied, and my eyes slightly widened.

“You just work all the time then?” I asked and he glanced at me.

“I have to.”

“Well, I guess it’s great I’m here then. I’ll help you loosen up a bit and relax.”

He seemed amused but didn't say anything else. Soon enough we were done, and I felt so full that I didn’t want to stand up. And as I looked at all that was left, which was more than half of the entire spread, I wished that I could take some to go which was why when one of the kitchen attendants came over with a bag of pastries for me, I nearly wept with joy. I tried to control my excitement and elegantly took the bag after thanking her.

Lucas rose to his feet, so I was forced to lift my gaze to his.God, he was tall. He had always been but there was something even more regal and grand about him now that was so striking it was impossible to look away.

“A stroll sounds nice,” he said, and I couldn’t help my smile of excitement.

I rose to my feet and the top of my head still barely reached his shoulders.

“Sure, you don’t want to rest a bit first,” I asked. “It’s a lot of steps.”

Amused, his hand went to the back of my head and before I could stop him, he rubbed it just like he did countless times when we were younger, and of course, he messed it up. I shrieked in response.

Amused, he tried to fix the damage, but I stopped him and took his hands off. I did this while feigning annoyance but truthfully it was because this moment was too reminiscent of a time that I still hadn’t recovered from losing. He used to do this to me all the time and although I complained I always loved the intimacy that it denoted between us.

He seems to feel this as well because the playful mood soon turned somber. He took his hands off, gave me a look, and then turned around to head into the cabin.

“Do you want a tour of the yacht?” he asked, and I responded without thinking.

“Maybe when we get back?” I was astounded at my words because I didn’t intend at all to return. At least for my sanity, it was preferable that I not return.

He didn’t acknowledge me. Instead, he was heading down into the cabin and a few minutes later he emerged with a pair of gladiator sunglasses pushing his hair away from his face. More buttons of his shirt were fastened, and he had also put on some sensible black loafers. At the sight of him, desire pooled shamelessly between my thighs. I considered that perhaps it would be best to spend the afternoon with him inside me rather than walking around the city. Thankfully though I came to my senses and chose to prioritize my sanity and both of our experiences of the city above frolicking endlessly in the sheets.

Our first stop was the beach. Neither of us was prepared to swim, at least I wasn’t since I hadn’t exactly dressed that morning with the intention to go swimming, however, I didn’t think that Lucas had any intention of doing so either. I followed him as we walked through the sands, taking my time and trying not to overthink anything and it paid off because it turned out that we had quite similar ideas.

He headed straight to the bar, and I almost couldn’t stop the smile on my face because that was exactly what I had in mind for the early evening though it was still afternoon. The bar was called Buca di Bacco, and it was a delight to rest in. I ordered a Strawberry Daiquiri while Lucas ordered a glass of red wine. We were given crackers and nuts as appetizers, and they were perfect to prevent us from getting carried away and drinking more than we needed. We still had a lot we wanted to do and didn’t want to end up feeling sluggish from the alcohol or overeating before our walk had even started.

When the opportunity came to have an authentic slice of Neapolitan pizza as well, there was absolutely no way that I could resist.

“We just ate though,” I complained regardless, hoping that he could be my voice of reason however he was just as weak as I was.

“You can handle it,” he smiled as he made the order. I nudged him with my shoulder again, embarrassed to admit the truth to his statement but of course ready and willing to tackle the slice the moment it was delivered. The slice given was much, much, bigger than we anticipated but still, I had no complaints as I bit into the delicious dough.

“I’m going to gain so much weight by the time I return,” I lamented.