That Night in Rome: My Forbidden First with the Italian Stranger
Fresh from the shower in that massive Rome hotel room. Torso bare, jeans clinging damp. I lie next to him on the huge bed. Heart thumps hard. He’s smiling, tapping the spot. Naïve doubts swirl, but exhaustion wins. We talk. He rolls toward me, elbow propped. Fingers stroke my long wet hair. Tingles shoot down…