*Giovani*
I swirled the amber-gold liquid in my glass, staring down at the sight. Spread out on the couch, I felt like a dad waiting for his daughters to get back home.
I didn’t even bother turning on any of the lights, just sat in the dark, waiting in the emptiness as the clock passed from late to midnight.
I could only sit there, replaying the scene in my head.
It had been a long day at work, and all I wanted was a drink and maybe my little temptress in my bed. But the moment I saw Dahlia dressed up, about to leave, all my thoughts flew out the window.
Dahlia was one thing, but trailing just behind her was Olivia.
In tight little dresses and sweaters, I knew immediately there was no way they were actually going to see a movie. Olivia was gorgeous enough on her own, but she was a goddess dressed like this.
