Delilah's Diary #2: La Vita Sexy - Plot & Excerpts
I dragged my suitcase behind me, the tiny wheels bumping on the cobblestones, tipping the suitcase every other step. I was running like a coward. Running from Luca, running from my feelings and my fears and from myself. But mainly from Luca. He was too much, too sexy, too amazing. I had no idea where I was going, or what my plan was, other than to just go. Run. Run. Run. Every step made my heart hurt, made me feel more and more like a coward, a silly girl. But I couldn't make myself turn around and go back to him. He was sleeping so peacefully, and if I came back in, he'd hear me and wake up and want to know where I had gone, and I didn't know how to explain what was happening in my head, my heart. A footstep echoed behind me, a shuffle and a scrape. Whispers in Italian, low male laughter. More than one voice. I tried to ignore them, quickened my pace along the street.
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