Our Forbidden Desire

cing with surprise and excitement. He was actually here! But I had so ma

me out of my daze. "That hot college guy clearly came her

n Italy over summer break

this strange turn of events myself. But I was dying

nged with a new text f

r together. Meet me for dinner tonight so w

ily replied yes before realizing Sa

eady for your big date!" she squealed. "We on

ven lent me a slinky black dress that fit like it was made for me. The outf

the luxurious car's back seat, where Tris

, kissing my hand politely. Hi

taurant's secluded garden patio. Soft lights and flowers adorned every inch,

d more about his wealthy, globe-trotting life. His father was a

all alone?" I finally interj

subject. I got the sense that fam

ine interest about my modest teenage life in Los Angeles. I found myself opening up emotion

stay alone even here in LA. My father remarried last summer, I never m

o remarried last summer but I like my rich step dad.

at me unexpectedly seriously. "What would you t

French pastry. "What? You me

rattling around those big empty houses alone. It would be ni

er, conflicting practical worries like school, my mom,

saying, "You don't have to decide anything this s

ristan pulled me into a soft, thrilling first kiss under the stars. I felt intoxic

extravagant proposition, deep down I already knew my choice. His world held everythin

conflict. One night at dinner she asked gently, "I

glossing over most details that would worry her. But

ig feelings," she noted. "So now you have to search

ngs, even if it took me far from our humb

to a glamorous Beverly Hills gala at the hotel Tristan

ou to dip one toe into that jet-setting

re the party. And I trembled entering the stunning event solo to look for

e. Our eyes met and, excusing himself, he maneuvered gracefully to

. My pulse quickened at his proximity and flirtatious energy

I just wanted a glimpse into

hand, Tristan guided me toward the dance floor saying

me. Being folded into his embrace brought back vivid sense memories of our passionate Italian enc

ongs. Cryptically, Tristan drew me toward a side servic